I want to watch it! Toll roads on the internet. block what once was free
Coming home alone. A discarded pearl necklace twisting as it falls.
Pictures on the wall of my young children smiling. Now they’ve grown so tall.
Blown across the ground, Remnant of summer gone by, A butterfly wing.
Life tastes bittersweet, Like a sunflower that’s been touched by the fall frost.
A simple handshake Cannot convey my regret for each smile I’ve missed.
Stories are removed Susurrations spread across a forest of fans.
A half-dozen poems, written so close together. Why should I regret?
The smell of anger, is strong, and foul, and sour, a damaged sewer
With eyes like daggers, You stare across the hallway, finding me wanting.
