3.31

The chug, chug, glug of the coffee
maker dripping what I want,
like always before

Today with no good morning
on my phone or
reason to rush home

I'll take another sip
from this familiar cup as
once again, it fills with pain

With each dripping,
ripping me
apart

Gale forced twins

You meant everything to me, in every breath,

on every breeze

tossed about on fettered dreams we sailed,

me 

and

you

just a whisper in the wind

#ohyoumeanweactuallyareallone

a new prayer

over this
heart of

mine, I hold my hands in a
yearning to do

good.
oh dear one, please
do not feel judged by my misunderstanding of You!


I pray you gift your patience to me, as I learn to be better-
      setting you free from my own ills.