They held on with great fury.

Leaving marks of letting go.

And the blood it stained: don’t worry.

All scars heal, don’t you know?

They were courting with disaster.

Then again, was nothing new.

On the street, he walked right past her.

There were smiles. Resentments grew.

They got old and lost all memories.

In the end, they up and died.

They were buried by their enemies.

And in their eulogies, they all lied.

There is something in the water.

In the air like flakes of snow.

Take the narrow to the broader.

I’m just learning letting go.

You are cold, and you are distant.

It’s all tell now and no show.

If I were just more consistent.

I could teach this letting go.

There’s a moral to this story.

Builds a plot like mold will grow.

There’s no need to say you’re sorry.

You taught me well this letting go.

I am cold and I am distant.

I’m all tell now and no show.

You teach well, so persistent.

Such a gift this letting go.

Said they wanted story.

But the story wasn’t short.

In all, it’s pain and glory.

Was less story, more report.

I wasn’t in a giving mood.

My moods were out of sort.

Accusations that I was rude.

I am, too tall? I must retort.

We were snowed in like Alaska.

South of Dixie Mason line.

It felt like the world was ending…

So we doubled up on shine.

There’s no moral to this story.

Except for snow, it melts like rain.

And if you double up on moonshine.

You will probably go insane.

She was wide on bathroom stairwell.

Painful slow in her decent.

Impatient from all the waiting.

She zigged, I zagged, and down she went.

I called for reinforcements

Had a piss but not too long.

Please come to Gus’s Taco.

And bring someone who is strong.

In the land of faith and plenty.

Some say you never knew.

To look the ‘Gift Horse’ in the mouth.

Bit off more than cud could chew.

You sat in view of judgments.

In the fields, you moo out loud.

If you are standing in the spotlight.

Just tell them you are proud.

I was weak with sweats and dreaming.

In a fever wretched with guilt.

No one spoke or shared a thought.

Not a whisper, and silence built.

I was swimming in a blue zone.

Dark hues spun and mixed with grays.

The smell of fear filled our lungs.

Not one thought of brighter days.

Here it is, soon Christmas Eve.

First year without a tree.

The world didn’t end, and I’m still here.

So many things are still to be.

Everyone is cheating.

Except for you and me…

Options here? Slim and none.

Really, none that I can see.

The dreamers left the highlands.

Rumors are they’re coming back.

To the hope of honest smiles.

Where good story fades to black.

I was lost last night in forests.

Traveled far and deep with you.

There was peace and not much cheating.

Then I woke. That’s what I do.

Sipping tea on a Saturday.

All day, morning, afternoon.

At midnight, I’m a senior.

This growing old has come so soon.

I thought I’d die much younger.

I was wrong, guess I am blessed.

Don’t know why time does fly.

I’m so guilty. There; I’ve confessed.

I was breathing in contentment.

Spirits hovered in the mist.

Like a heavy fog just fades away.

In bright light, something missed.

Gall heaped high at breakfast.

I couldn’t take it anymore.

Contentment left with harmony.

I can hear dark thunders roar.