How many more 
I now wonder 
do I have 
of good mornings 
when young many
but now I 
fear never enough 
but rest assured 
that each and 
every one left
of my mornings 
will be good 
because of you 

Day of love 
I sit alone 
me and heart
and well wishes 
we become children 
at any age 
knowing that love 
is to give 
like those silly
little valentines we
used to give 
out in school 
and very little 
more than that

I’ve lost myself 
in others being 
but a child 
looking up in
awe of them 
but now here
with no one 
else around except 
for empty chairs 
I am left
to know that 
my heroes weren’t 
heroes after all 
but just others 
doing their time 

Cold morning moon
disc of white 
in shivering sky
of pale blue 
mitten less hands
and dusty mountains 
steam or smoke 
or maybe clouds 
rise from ground 
like cattail fronds 
caught by the 
winds of day 

Despite being in
a crowd despite 
being in a 
group despite being 
in love or
a relationship we
are all alone 
despite accepting that 
we assume that 
somehow someone else 
or maybe more 
will delay aloneness 
but it won’t 
you arrived alone 
as you’ll depart 
and the middle 
is a desperate 
attempt at denial