I saw someone this week
I drove past them.
Their mannerisms struck me
In those few short seconds.
The grey hair
Growing past your ears.
The female passenger
Stony faced.
I’d been looking for you
And then suddenly there you were.
Tag: lost
Everywhere
There are carols
…everywhere.
There are trees,
with bows and bright, bright lights.
I am not ready yet
…never ready yet.
There is that feeling in the air,
it is here.
An empty chair, two of them
…empty arms.
The lights are there, harsh and blinding,
a watery perspective.
There is cheer
…everywhere.
JustMe.
Just Me 