I'm drawn thin
aches and pains
on the sides of my shins
due to pancake flat feet.
Hunched over as if
I'd taken my age and
added ninety more years
but my body decided to
keep my acne,
how lucky.
Really I just want
to sleep
I'm ready for
eternal peace
because I already
feel worked and worn
enough
to die

days
weeks
months
and I'm still flying
solo
not even close
to a special someone
I linked arms with
a lady
and that was hard won
even if it was only
to keep her from
falling
.

Sandblasted
red, octagonal glass
dangling from black twine
a gift from you,
long gone,
that is mine
and I cherish it
more than
my dwindling stack
of cash,
more than my beat up car,
more than my only
guitar,
more than my
favorite scars,
because it was
crafted by your hands,
since turned to ash
and spread out over the rocks
and valleys,
I love you still
Eddie