A drink. A sip. I sip you and you sink me. The empty bottle, is the saddest sight.

I remember youth and senses, the smell and touch. Fascinated by breathing, in and out. Sunday walks,

My father talked often, of what went wrong, who his father was, Who he is as a father, Long drawn out conversations,

She blazes and burns a beautiful m… grabs life’s hand and drags it wit… Never too close, to love it wholly, Yet close enough,

We are like pebbles on a beach. Brought by the tide, yet not born from it. Sitting, and waiting,

Soon as the sun, as life becomes d… I flow with a heart, all the worst… No more can I mourn, myself as I… It’s bright and it’s sad, but toda… like the years gone before, or the…

There’s not enough time, Not for seeing the world, no no But feeling alive, To hold your friend when they weep… For being in a hole,

She reminded me of women, I used to see as a child, at family gatherings. Tired, not quite steady,

The doubt of spring, makes winter warm, when all is cold is now gone, The sparkle of night, and the seasons change,

Oh dreaded day, bring light! Nothing less than the beauty that you are, The whispers and winds in mind, Shackled, deranged, slightly mad,

To sin enough, is to sin forever, shine dull nor pure, but fear!, fear the end. Does it end after night, or at the end of the day!

Wake to the sun on fire, a wandering wisp of a dream, In it’s forgotten desire, a candle… as a sonnet sings sentiment as bri… What is a plum situation,