An old woman
stirs
her coffee
with swirling steam
that opens idle eyes
lets loose a stream
of thought....
She finds a place to plop
Bites in
to stale biscuit of the day
(yup, still has her teeth ok)
Takes a sip
dissolving it

--the bitter olive leaves
and ashes of a King*

“Peace
in her day”

i value my sleep
not just for simplistic reasons
like "I don't want to be tired tomorrow!"
while it is entirely valid

i value my sleep
because it is an escape
from the hell i call
my life

but it is a rest
a break from everything
i am released
i am free

let it be because she reminded you of me.
that her blonde hair was cut in a chopped short mess,
just like mine.
and her laugh was a silent, gasping for air, kind of laugh.

that her eyes were green but you imagined they were blue,
that her lips almost tasted like my coconut chapstick,
that if you squinted your eyes hard enough,
she had my freckles.

let it be because she was wearing my favorite perfume,
because she was wearing my favorite color,
or because she was wearing black nail polish
that she had a bad habit of scratching off.

let it be because it was just a kiss,
because it didn't mean anything.
let it be because you were missing me,
and she was the closest thing.
let it be a stupid, heat of the moment, mistake.

let it be because you were drowning in loneliness,
and she was a boat.
or let it be because you couldn't feel me anymore,
and she was just at arms reach.
let it be something you will never do again...

just don't let it be because you don't love me anymore.

She melts like molten glass
too hot to touch
she drips, she burns
breaking her doesn't take much

She flows like magma
fluid, never sure
blown to capacity
Volatile while she cools

They try to mold her,
melt the imperfections
but bubbles and cracks are beautiful
regardless of their reception

In her you see it
you see your reflection
so pure, so clear
it's almost deception

for years you admire her
so shiny and bright
sitting on your shelf
casting rainbows in the light

careless, you drop her
into millions of pieces she shatters
impossible to put back together
you destroyed all the parts that mattered

desperate, you try to re-melt her,
recreate the past
but it's too late
you knew from the beginning her state wouldn't last

frustrated, you leave her
a pile of reflective dust
it’s a pity you treated her that way
since you were the only one she could trust.

science and a whole lotta love that's it