it was your favorite drink
i drank until i was sick
i spat it in the pool
and took another sip
it was your favorite songs
so i enjoyed them to
i’d listen on repeat
to only a few
it was my favorite book
i don’t really know why
i guess when i was gone
i didn’t need to cry
it was my favorite trip
even though i didn’t want to go
the sun set that day
was the most beautiful
i had to talk to you
every chance i could
i didn’t feel like walking
like i had before
i had to sit and soak
in all of the new world
and when i had to leave
i left part of my heart
it’s been two years now
i take another sip
i look up at the sky
and i remember all of it

Every footstep is a
                metaphor
of our journey.

Until our last breath
           everyone a line
of creation.

We're sentences always
                    adapting to
our changing storyline.

The Lady Was His Wife.
(About a man I once knew)

I liked what I saw in him when we first met
How I then thought he was in life~
But then I found out how come his perfection
That was the day I met his wife~
She was the motor behind the machine
The force behind the will~
The heart and mind and the very soul
That continued on until~
In silence she quietly performed
As if nobody would ever know~
That the mainstay behind this man
Was the one that loved him so~
Not ever receiving credit
Not for a single deed~
And whenever he needed an answer
He d rush off to her with speed~
She was the lubrication that oiled his way
The balm that soothed his strife~
The very backbone of this man
The lady .. Was his wife~

Terrence Michael Sutton .
copyright 1981