15.4.18

Old writing about him

You turned into a little boy when you crawled into bed. Out of bed you became a man again

Mascara stained pillow cases

I made coffee to seduce you - make you feel a little good about the day - the day you are to die

We couldn’t take our eyes off you for a second, because we knew - a lifetime without looking at you would be never as good.

Powerful in your highs and lows

A song that needs some chords

My best friends purse

She makes a puddle of her things
A puddle of herself

Came home tonight
The contents of your purse were on the kitchen floor
Lipstick, no lid, loose smokes
What were you looking for

Wondering when you’ll find
All the people you’ve become
All the places you run from

Keys were in the door
Stockings halfway up the stairs
I hear him coming round
But I’m not sure he really cares

Pinky and the brain.

This year, I think I’ll prioritize brain health.  I’ll sleep a bit more, learn to give it some rest by turning it off for periods of time....