Oh, little lost girl.
You have walked;
Left footprints in
Barren soil and
Scorching sand;
Traversed legions
Of unpaved land.

You found beauty
In all of this pain;
When your bones
Kept breaking and
Left trails of blood
On every stone -
You’d step again.

You always step again.

the game is over,
chess pieces all, put away.
yet the mind plots moves!

I find myself chasing the tail of the meteor that was once my rock.

Because even streetlights
can look like dandelions,
if the windows
are foggy enough.

Small words can slice deep

©  2019 Jim Davis

Love does not have to
be perfect, it only has
to be shared with you

8:28 PM
9/8/19

You told me in a dream
That when you had a light
I would be able to smoke