Stars

Belated Birthday

Cafe Booths

There’s an age of riffle and strife.
Complexity meant not to be.
Hearts poured out…
Come now,
Blood lust…
Pavement need not be stain.
Users take, go
The poor, left tired and worn.


paid in coins...
food or laundry.


Fronts, crumble to dust

Romantics turn bitter…


Happy endings surrender
Midnight café sits…
Tunes hum and drone on
wedding parties stumble.
forever held its peace.


Emotions swirl…
Hollow hurt.



Moments are meant to happen once. Why then do we relish, cherish and mourn… naïve attempts to hold on and remember. At times, those are the very moments we hold onto and can’t seem to get over. Years will come and go and we still allow those long ago times to corrode away. I miss nancy. I miss my youth. I miss feeling home. I miss a home that never felt like a home. I miss a home where I was more of an outlier then part of it. I’ve always felt disconnected in a way. Set apart. Maybe that’s why I drive into love and relationship… even if its unhealthy or terrible. Feeling like I belong to something, someone… like I can matter, for whatever amount, to an anything… I let it consume me. I let myself give it anything. The temporary feelings are the moments I relish. More so… its because that’s all I’ve ever known. I’ve learned to eat salt and smile… Happiness is such an endeavoring battle… blistered and burned. I come out hurt and worn. We carry on and power through… they say life is a journey. My journey has ever been none. Just let me be…