Commute

Screaming through the night

Headlights - I think

The sound, the flash

I wasn't focused.

Should have been.

This car won't drive itself, will it?

Where have I been? 

Most of the way home, and

Until some adrenaline junkie flew by at ten thousand miles per hour

I was... somewhere. 

There's a space between "A game" and dinner

A lag in space-time

A strange encounter with ourselves

Our souls might belong here...

I don't know...

I can't remember

Everyone Deserves a Best Friend

When I bake that recipe
Nutmeg fills the kitchen, warm and safe
I miss her

I pretended to myself so many times 

that it was just a matter of time. 

She would find a doctor who listened. 

A better job. A better place to live, 

Where she could finally have a cat.

And it was sometimes so hard to pretend 

Past the sadness

When the Macy's Day Parade sparkles

Dancers spin, balloons fly and 

The tree is tall in Rockefeller Square

I feel the chill and I miss her

I wanted so much to make things better

But how can you fix what someone won't let you?

Why won't best friends let you?

And then suddenly there won't be another chance

To try to help fix the things that aren't right for her.

Someone gives me attitude about putting on their mask

Someone coughs too close

And I swallow hard 

And no words

Will express the depth of how 

Terribly much 

I miss her

Smoke

Busy, 

Move and fret and frazzle

So many things to worry

Try, oh try!

I miss them!

What could we have done?

No turning back,

Pile task 

On list, on pile,

Through haze of - is this tears?

Or time, 

Meanwhile, 

Tread water though I might,

London's burning, burning bright.