I realized today that I didn’t put an entry up here in May at all, and decided it would be a good time to drop a poem in. I wrote this one this morning. Enjoy!

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Morning

 

Looking out the window over yonder,
  there are enough stars to fill imagination,
  there are clouds and birds and trees and things, but you aren't there.

Looking at the coffee in my cup,
  there are thoughts and swirls of indescretion,
  there are dregs and steamy taunts and drips, but you aren't there.

Looking to the future as it rolls along,
  there are chances, there are fears,
  there are times and places where you'll be, and I'll be there.

Afraid, I won't come forward.
Afraid, you won't come back. 

 

Oh, and don’t forget: the end of the month is rolling in! I’ve finished the final edits on story #6 of 9, which you can preview here.