Hope to nest, just to weave a web,
Outstretched digits
To memories 6foot in the head,
Caught in baby talons, rose thorns;

Ripped to shreds.

Hindsight too late,
Cherubs on shoulders mute,
Strategic management of emotion,
To be filed amongst John Doe.

All dollars and sense.

Loneliness fleeting,
Months trickle to days,
How does one cope,
Amongst the phase of the days layers?

Eat the elephant...
One
Day
At
A
Time.