One thing is to texture.
Then, hmph apply cream,
It's up, shares-area and stakeholder and happening.
In the technology street, I mean sweet millennial

Why do I always get hit
with a massive wave of I miss my ex
after a good day?

I always ask.
And then I wonder:

Do I miss you now
because I finally feel safe enough
to feel everything?

Or is it my subconscious
looking for someone
I once handed this joy to
like a secret?

Maybe it’s because I’m evolving
and some small, stubborn part of me
wishes you were evolving with me.
Wishes I was doing this
with you.

Or maybe it’s just that
our story never ended,
it just stopped.

And that ache I feel now
is the unfinished sentence
I keep trying to finish
without your voice.

But how do I reach you
without shattering what’s left of my pride?

And more than that
how do I stop this wave
from crashing over me
every time life finally feels bright again?

How do I stop missing you
not when I’m broken,
but when I’m whole?

Because it’s then
when I’m laughing,
thriving,
almost healed
that I miss you most.

And I hate that joy
still makes room for your ghost.

In this world where we all belong,  
Kindness is what makes us strong.  

A simple smile, a helping hand,  
Can spread joy across the land.

When words are gentle and actions are kind,  
Happiness we soon will find.  

With a caring heart, a listening ear,  
We make others feel valued, loved, and near.

It’s so easy to treat each person with respect,  
In love and kindness, we all connect.  

In every moment, big or small,  
Kindness is the greatest gift of all.

And old is the dust that flows
Through city veins
The stampede of time like footfalls on concrete line the furrowed brow of a 45 year old man in profile in the fading light of day