Horse drawn carriage
                       coming down the street
Click
        clack
              click
                     clack
          Just like my heartbeat

I never knew
that the sound of those raindrops
on my window
the scent of wet soil
after rain
the melodies of these songs
on my spotify playlist
could remind me of you

remind me of the sound of
your lovely laughter
remind me of the scent of
your sweet perfume
remind me of the sound of
your sleepy voice

— I never knew
that missing you
could be this tough.

What is the meaning to walk, to wail the way
I hold dear to me what’s not and shame what’s what
No meaning, for meaning is meaningless, just as meaningless is meaningless
But what if purpose?
Is meaning purpose?
Most do not think this; though I do
Those words are similar, but not same
I walk, cry, think, live suffer for you

For you are purpose.

I feel so empty

Green Garden with a Sump.
Had this old Water Pump.
The Garden Needs Water.
The Pump Needs Power.
One Day  during a Blackout.
The Garden Cried.
The Pump Nearly Died.