Saturday, November 26, 2022

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