good mourning.

my 3rd coffee this morning,
much less than thoughts of you
but i've heard before
enough of this
may help me to get through

if that holds truth,
pour me another
& i'll sit & drink til noon.

Luke 12:7

I pray for a day you will know
that you're worth more than many sparrows

because even they
would have flown away
by now.

just a witness.

you wrote my name as beautiful

to keep score of our first dates scrabble

i knew that night i'd love you

& miss that old coffee house table.

the lighting means something

This dark & lonesome sky implies

the night chose not to say goodbye

a reoccuring theme

in this parable i'm living.