Shine On Its Own

Does the moon speak to the sun. Asking, “Will you shine on me?” I think not, it’s confident in it’s routine. Does the wind, who pushes by force… Ask the earth to open it’s door? It’s expectant of this trend. It’s supposed to, it’s the wind. This settles my heart enough to smile. This hasn’t…

Quite Like Me

Sometimes I sit and think of you. Of all we’ve done and all we do. I’m scared you may abandon me. Is that so bad? Do you see? That hurt has crept into my cup. I want a life. I want an “us.” I’m scared I may not be enough. Is that so bad? Can…