every. damn. day.
heavy black eye makeup
she has other clothes
the opposite of white
I swear I’ve seen them
hanging in her closet
I wonder…
if she ever smiles :)
I’ve never seen her laugh
just staring at her phone
with the occasional glance up
an occasional bump
into me
a “really”? a grunt
an ‘I guess so”
lets me know
she cares
I think
I don't mind
I really don't
I was never good
at conversation anyway
aroma of ramen
butterfly floating
flowers on old metal fence
short beautiful life
of all things I’ve lost
I do believe I miss most
my sense of humor
down the classic
English roads
old m.g.
growling away
finding
a roadside pub
Fife and Horse
Drum and Bugle
or
some such name
fish and chips
a pint or two
of bitter
on our way again
past what appeared
to be an abandoned castle
undoubtedly
complete with ghosts
playing the bagpipes
at three in the morning
medieval armor
moats and all
dizzying lights
shapes sounds
all its ambiance
a feast
for the senses
dockside
many many boats
criss cross
an amount of curiosity
goods trade hands
an amount of intrigue
dinner tonight
Ho Lee Fook
drinks
there will be many
but not
too many
step lightly
we are born alone
like the backyard maple tree
we will die alone
the sun is setting
water passes under bridge
leaf rides the current