The coffee is on
It won’t stop simpering
The mugs are jingling
The sugar spoon is glistening
The creamer is singing
Hello, come make your morning Joe
Hurry on now
You’re not paying for this show

I sit from you diagonally
As you stare at your screen
I stare at you, sometimes draw
Not you, but our dreams

The happy ones come to me
When I’m the most sad
My brain thinks it’s depression but it’s probably just an Artist fad.

I am a lost Sea shell in the oceans wave
Back and forth you pull me
Every scratch on my shell is from a decision you cannot make.

Being alone is nice
It’s quiet and clean and suffice
Being alone is harmonious
Do I hear the door?
No that’s just my loneliness

Sometimes they stop
Sweet talks and laughs
Those never stop
Where did we go wrong
What’s in our heads?
Have we gone just a little brain dead

Blankness
Lingering around
Where’s my thoughts
Maybe on the ground
I’ve tripped over them many of times
I looked back once and kept walking

Push me wake me
You give me a hug
These little hands sometimes play in mud
Constant wants and needs this is love
I need you
You need me
True love
I cradle you from time to time
Growing up is a fear of mine
Don’t you go
Please stay
Push me wake me
Give me a hug

- for my children, Atticus and Bradley