We all are
the authors of
our own story 
others may paraphrase 
or even misquote 
but never let 
someone else edit
the book that 
you have lived 
long to write 

I don’t miss 
him the who
I do miss
us the what
the two that 
and likely did
when doing was
crazy and carefree 
and now when 
then is there
and here is
near I feel 
as achy as 
knees in fall

And I 
now left
look around 
and wonder 
how I
am standing 
when all
started to 
fall friend 
became foe
for life 
called me 
sorely missed
forever treasured 
those I
have cherished 
will not 
disappear forever 
we shall 
see each 
other again 

It’s a stutter 
stammer kinda stupid 
day one that 
follows a holiday 
is it Monday 
no it’s Tuesday 
what about tomorrow 
cars moan and 
growl in driveways 
hungover as those 
who drive them 
back to work 
the grind is 
loathsome the oil
of wine and 
revelry dried up 

It’s soon June 
time of sun
and beach and 
park of outdoors 
and of patios 
of less is
more and icy
cold things that 
sweat and cool
of swings and 
slides and barking 
dogs in distance 
and humid nights 
June is when 
the world comes 
alive shakes off
the doldrums of 
maybes and mights
and makes plans 
for friends and 
of course love