A picture speaks a truth.

~

I danced alone happy,

the first time I could.

~

A conversation

a put down

a clarity of purpose

a scant reminder

~

A why do we do this

sort of thing

moment

that allows our lives

to become enthralled

by the ones that do.

~

A reckoning

when time slows

enough to wonder

about how simple

a decision

might be well after

consequence:

inherent trepidation.

~

A summer night

stars are out,

a full moon waning

sheds a sorrowful tear

on a quiet reality,

while we all enter

a continuum

that part of our lives

we could never …

but we did.

~

Another time

we revisit in hope

we might settle

a difference that

when recalled

did help us focus

on why we

hate reminders

~

Would we ever

again be able,

could we possibly

understand

just how far

we did stray.

~

A friend once said

they wished the world

could get along

without a fight.

~

We yelled each other’s name,

never did we speak again.

~

We didn’t try to look outside.