I suppose I 
should’ve said goodbye 
but I never 
knew they left
they just disappeared 
or got bored 
or maybe lonely 
funny things monsters
and demons they’re 
just like us

And now one 
year later after 
long overdue promises
curl and blow
scraps of things 
soon to dust 
they will turn 
no better than 
leaves of fall
when in spring 
held such hope 
winter is this 
bittersweet cold clouds

In snow
I imagine 
piano in
snow I
imagine flute
in snow 
I imagine 
snare in
snow I
imagine music 

I have always 
said that it’s 
easier to connect 
the dots when 
looking backwards than 
it is to 
see the path 
when looking forward 
so trust that 
your feet know 
where to step 
for they listen 
to your heart 

Like most 
things in
my life 
I’m glad
that I
did it
but I 
don’t want 
to do 
it again 
and isn’t 
that life
at its 
core living