The dark, plastic night
creeps by in silence
nearly unrecognizable
to my minds eye
Waiting
I look back again
your lovely
loving smile
memory sings
Undaunted
It wasn’t fair
that subtle kick
when last we spoke
I wouldn’t have noticed
but then
Weakness
(a recent theme)
These men
I see their bullshit bulwarks
As if this is what it means
to rise above
Not surprising though
considering what they have
to follow
I love you so
——
Blessed…
m(___)m
