Month: June 2018

You ask if
I’m doing okay
Because now
I refuse to
Utter a
Word

When I look
Over my shoulder
And see that
You’re not far
Behind
Your eyes don’t even
Make contact with
Mine
You’d rather look
At the ground
Than at what’s
In front
Of you

I thought I could
Reach out and
Touch your life
Somehow
But you wouldn’t
Even take
My hand

I didn’t know
You were recruiting
Otherwise I would’ve
Happily signed up
To get the free
T-shirt
Even though
I don’t know
How to use
Your weapons

You suddenly
Came into my life
But I wasn’t enough
To slow you down

My palate is not
As sophisticated
Though I am overly
Educated
The feelings
Inside are
Heavily weighted
So my dreams don’t
Carry me away

What more
Can I say
If things
Always
Stop at
A hello?

Three-letter cure-all
For a four-letter
Situation

You’re the life
Of the party–
Once you leave
We can’t get
Things going again

Half the day
Is already over
And that’s
What worries me