How do you
Forgive yourself
For all the
Things that
You never
Became?

this feeling is not
symbiotic: you reduce
my core to nothing

We knock on doors to find if there is someone on the other side.

Lately I've heard knocking.

Desperately wondering if I am still there.

But I haven't responded in the fear of having to admit that no one's here now.

No one is behind the door anymore.

I am just a voice.

And there is nothing left to look for.

Just an empty room and a body.

-Percy

I remember Mike and Steve
The past not even past
One man to retrieve
Hey Now! Everlast

Rain all day today
The Batman on my screen
My cousins in Cincinnati
She is always 17

Yesterday grateful peace
Relief, the burden lifts
Stars all around
Marvin, the Nightshift

Alex and I talk
He shares Simple Man
Edgar Allan Poe
Baltimore began

          And I ran ...