It’s not that
that we do
that I care
about or even
when or why
that ever matters
it’s the before
and the after
that matters most
to me for
the before is
known as desire
for something better
and the after
is a sigh
knowing just that
Casserole
There are good
days and bad
and a whole
lotta in betwens
that blend together
like some kind
of baked casserole
using up remains
of something else
we seem to
remember when first
we tasted it
but as meals
go so does
much of life
eventually becoming leftovers
and then goulash
dreams become reality
feeding the hordes
ItWasYou
It was
definitely you
stepping out
of the
car it
was you
and you
saw me
not as
I am
but was
and then
like the
dream that
we were
you evaporated
just like
clouds do
after rain
just like
we did
after our
final storm
Masks
Some wear masks
which appear veils
thin distractions meant
to allure yet
keep at distance
just one more
obstacle one more
hurdle one more
layer of a
lifetime of layers
I wonder if
what we saw
when we were
younger helped create
these things called
who we are
and not who
we were supposed
to be so
long long ago
OldAndNew
And new is
then old again
and now quickly
quietly becomes then
and so on
and so forth
goes this life
until old is
and old does
and the new
that now was
becomes the then
that old is
