my heart is racing
you’re waiting outside for me
what if things have changed?
On being human…
my heart is racing
you’re waiting outside for me
what if things have changed?
the house is empty
don’t know what to do with it
it’s peaceful, and sad
pretty brown bird perched
sings a song, fluffs its feathers
in a leafless tree
excessive noise!
only in silence can the
answers come to you
we used to meet here
excitement swirled around us
a long time ago
sailboats in the bay
small ivory dots, floating
on dark blue water