I remember the evening
that we sat clinging
to paper cups
of coffee gone cold

over secrets spilled and memories told
two bodies cursed
with hearts grown old

behind your eyes
I found new worlds
A winding road stretched out for miles
to a small cafe at the end of the isle

Sweet pastries filled the mouths
of those who sat beside us
and stayed for a while.

How the hours went by,
people just passing through
The descending sun ending
a forever with you.

Confronted, I'm helpless.
Running, I'm breathless.

My body's just a skeleton with a coat of human skin. I freeze and my knees, they turn to gelatin.

And if I can't defend her,
I'd just have to befriend her.

Until .... No....

If..

I  can become a man, that keeps his knees and his upper lip, stiff.

This aching and
Frustration! To be
Better, to get Better.
How can I master the art
Of learning to love my own Confinement.

I want to be sober,
but what if
this headache'
this toothache,
this heartache,
these aches
never end?
It all just hurts so bad,
and all I can think of are
these pills sitting on my desk
and how much all I wanted to be was
Sober

A culinary dance in the kitchen
To the rhythm of the recipe