Writing

sometimes i think just one sunny day would cure me of everything.

other days i think pills and tonics and treatments are lies that i continue to swallow.

most days i just daydream about last summer when our tiny sunfish 

for a friend

i picture you some days – a utensil in one hand and your cheek

in the other, gazing somewhere in the distance as your

Another year is over, another year is done,

I’m still standing where you left me, stranded,

All alone in a world without you, my sun,

The ring’s still on my finger, but I’m left empty handed.

I wonder if I can't get over you

Because I can't get over being wanted

There was something special about being wanted

Knowing you'd talk for hours about me

And go out of your way to see

July 1, 2025 - Why do we read and write?

Unexpected

but a blessing.

Or at least what I hope will be one.

A surprise

something I normally don't like

but this time

it's different.

It's different because it's you.

Because you reached out