Today, one year from last, the weather’s the same.
Balmy, warm breeze.
Burnt orange and sunflower yellow tousle on
on the fading green.
An Indian summer once again on this Monday.
How crazy is that?

The weather and day may be similar,
but not the event that took place,
one year ago.


Beaten into submission by my emotions, they take control.
I fall out of my bed to face this discussion. I have no idea
where it would take me or even the outcome but the reign
of my emotions was hollowing out a hole, deep within. A hole
I would eventually get ****** into.

With the same burnt orange and yellow tousling around,
all the emotions pour out as he takes a seat in my Santa Fe.
He listens, he hugs, he cares.
He has to go, having five minutes to spare.
“Bye,” he says with care.
“Bye,” I repeat.
I watch him step out into the balmy air.


The emotions widen the hole,
for all my sorrows,
pain and
emptiness.
They trickle themselves in
to the bottomless pit.