interconnected
all a oneness
unity in love.

its ok to just breathe
be
not everyone would value that
or know how

the basics were always a struggle
and always will be

You're just like
good decaf coffee
because I can
enjoy all of you,
every nuance and
subtlety without
the fear of
getting too wired,
too anxious from
the stimulus.
No, there's
no regret in
enjoying you.

Sour Wine

I feel
Your fingers
In between
My ribs
Trying
To
Pull
Something out
I really
Don’t know
What,
I’m
Just trying
To put
All of
My olives
Back
In the jar
They
Have spilt
All over
The table-
The pasta
Has boiled
Over
Turned to
Mush
The wine
Sour
Left-over
From
Last night
Someone
Has ashed
In it
And you
You
Keep
Pushing
And poking
Twisting it
Like
A Thomas
Who
Does not
Doubt
I doubt
I wonder
Where
Is my
Next breath
Coming from
Will
I ever
Fit into
My pants
Be able
To walk
Without
A cane
In my mind
I’m trying to figure out
Where
To go
What to do
With
Pasta mush
And a
Bottle of
Sour wine

I cut my loss.
I ran away.
Told the world
I cannot stay,
but the truth is
I’m not that strong.
Give me a minute
and I’ll be gone.

An undercurrent,
A buzzing pain,
I hid it so well,
till, I could not recall
that inside myself
was a reservoir of grief.
Which is why I drown
when I go down deep.

I close my eyes
and each loved one is there
each family member or friend
that has died
and those who just
disappeared.
I retrace my step
to see them all again
but I cannot get back
to what we were then.

You see me in my words
please remember me well.
See me in the past,
because now I’m not here.
I am so sorry
that I had to go.
I hope you know
I love you all.

Fare thee well.
Goodbye my friends
For you life may be good,
but for me it’s the end.