Patience is everything I try to be on a daily basis,
Listening to stories and songs weave in and out of my ears slowly and somehow all to fast.
The pure mint tea tingling my taste buds,
Separating my thoughts from collision.
Waiting for a call or response from someone who promised me words would be exchanged sooner than later.
The suns retreating from my view and readying itself for others out there.
Work was accomplished and thoughts were had,
Casually slipping pills into my drink for pain I no longer feel these days.
Dim lights and fuzzy eyes trick me into believing I’m doing fine.

Pills are such a big deal for folks around here,
Their small bodies waiting to absorbed into the blood and erase all trace of stress and sadness.
Warmth embraces my skin and paints my cheeks a gentle pink.
Heavy eye lids and silly chuckles to end the day.
I’m not sad or empty,
I’m just a writer.