I’m waffle making
and suddenly
the loss of you
is palpable.
Did I ever make you waffles?
Still, your absence at this moment
overwhelms me,
and I fill the emptiness
with tears.
poem- old words May 9, 2016
Sometimes it’s clear
there wasn’t much to say.
Some days words are woven into tapestries
of vivid hues and diamond bright
But other days words are wrapped around night,
just vast blackness,
nothing for a reader to hold onto
to pull themselves into the light.
