Month: December 2019

they don't hurt
until they fall,
one burning drop
sizzling on the skin,
preceding the flood
of acid rain,
marking the memory
of what was lost -

but was it ever ours?
did we have 
that firm a hold?
what do we own
outside the blink of the eye
that is our own life?

another meal
another empty chair
stares through my wine glass –
I’ve pictured you there –
surrounded by love,
alone in this beautiful world
this fresh experience
full of the exciting unknown –
a new jazz
filling my soul
somehow still empty,
alone, waiting
without you
wherever you may be
you belong here