The pine trees Reach up On both sides Of the road Telling me

The news hit me Like a punch in the gut I threw up two times From the pain Knowing that I

She is no longer Part of my life I’ve moved on My life is full With friends

I spend all my time Fighting with you In my head If we fought At least it would be

I need to tell you How to survive With our disposition It’s okay to cry Maybe

I’ve known Deep inside All along My value That I matter

Most women are cooks But a man who cooks Is a chef She cooks over and over To feed the masses

Life is good A little luxury A cup of coffee Served with toast Consumed lazily

A palomino gallops Beside the highway Look out the window Rides over green hills Through yellow flowers

A conversation With a true friend Leaves your life richer Maybe with a laugh A smile on your face

I wallow in my sadness As it pools up It has not swallowed me Who floats above its surface This surface

If you find someone That can do it Better than you Get them on your team