Was a cold windy morning
December of 2018
The sky was grey wind fell with dead leaves.
Standing in the kitchen I watched
Saw my friend on her back porch.
Looking up at the sky the wind had whisked
Filled air with moisture the feeling was bliss.

She stood as the sky and wind blew
Blew air around her, and how her hair had flew
While watching I noticed her smoking a vape
How that vape cloud, clouded her face.

I could see her staring at that sky
As darkened blue and grey
Pelted around feeling awry  
She was looking up
Stuck within deep thought.

As though she was sadly deepened
Or felt happy with a sent of weekend thought
Did she stare up within a deep thought?

What was she thinking?
Was it Past or the present?
Happy or sadness the feeling I guess....
Was indifferent.

She turned to see me staring out
Staring from the door
located directly behind her
Right from her back porch.

She asked what I was doing
As I stated "I saw that she was thinking"
She started cooking
Cooking for her and her ******* the couch
Stuffed green bell peppers with rice
The smell had smelled oh so nice.

Still looking at her aloof
From a supposed statement found a drupe
Now I stood around
Lost in my own thought
A deep thought that could only be found
And found it was not.

She was sitting there with her girl
The girl located beside her,
The ******* the couch.
And she smiled as she ate
Looking at her girl I could tell
That they had felt great!

As they finished eating; her girlfriend
Also my friend pine who had started smoking
Watching again from that back porch
That dark grey sky had turned so white
And As the snow fell, I felt a devilish delight.

Snow fell like marbles in the sky
Only deapend my thought and left me open
I could only look up to see the sky
To which the marbles dropped
And I could feel the smile
That she had felt; I guess I was feeling denial

It was a feeling of the season
Tis of joy with a Christmas feeling
Though it was cold I had felt warmth
Warmed by my deep thoughts
From the heart came the swarm
Of past and present

Seasons greeting and tis the seasons
For my friends and family
Deep thoughts were all but pleasing
Only I could tell from the distance
Of blood family and old friends
And for this I had felt greedy.

Still stuck within deep thought
The day would get better as sure as I thought
And it will because of the Christmas season
Yet for all of my dreaming
Did I feel beseeching from endless trots
And to **** the silence
From all of my deepest thoughts...