Time does not make it Easier.

Last I saw you, you were on a spaceship to nowhere & making passive aggressive progress toward an unseen force of mediocrity

You told me with baited breath, bought excitement & carnal motives that you had arrived.....

I knew you hadn't & so did you.

I wanted to slap your hand and take away dessert, but you slapped an arm, took aim, pointed, shot, hit & took your life

We made grass whistles and played wizard outside your apartment complex..you held my jar open to I could put a butterfly in it

I held my chest when they put you in the ground

I miss the goals that you wanted and pine for psychosocial mind frame that fits..

Such a windy day.



Artwork by Boubou.