Took a jar and reached out
To infinity's vacuum
If only to capture this
And hold onto
Something (sparkling grey)
That one should never,
Hold on to.
Set it free
What's not meant
To be,
Once you swallow
Your lost hopes
Maybe you'll see
The brightest
Spots were never lost.

It took her a little while
To get accustomed to the slow, empty roads
It reminded her of the olden times

The evenings were always busy
The traffic on the the road
Made it so

She sat in her vintage swing
Her gaze fixed, moved
As the traffic moved at a steady pace

Strangers
She in her vintage swing, her gaze fixed
Me in the passenger seat, waiting

She took notice of being noticed
Gave me a knowing smile
The traffic moved

When it’s my time to rot,
I hope I get to lie underneath blue sky
Where I can give my warmth back to the sun,
So thankful for the borrowing
I hope my skin becomes a white daisy fearlessly growing by the road
So I'll get to remind you of the beauty in the world
And maybe my cells will become a cherry
Their sweetness forever imprinted in your lips
I hope my body gets to return the gift it received,
'Cause what a precious gift
And my love, I hope it can be carried by your heart
'Cause what a precious heart.

Words racing through
My scattered brain
Words lain askew
Amidst my other thoughts
They fly at me
When unprepared to pen
So I carry a napkin
Or two
And write. Lightly
Not to rip my thoughts
To many.pieces
Or leave ink spots
On my hands