There are days when I wonder to what ends I will follow for this path I am walking. Behind me is defined, but before there’s no arc to be followed— only what my imagination can craft and feet can sunder.

I’m laying in an empty king sized bed. I haven’t drawn the shades yet. No lights are on inside the condo, but down below is the ever-present Glisan fluorescence.

In the distance, the US Bancorp building is topped with a pink ribbon around its top.

Back ordered Girl Scout cookies set for a February arrival.

Weary mind and achy legs.

The disappearance of goals amidst a sleepy mind, but the small torch fire of hope that they remain intact and in pursuit.

I believe tomorrow I’ll wake in a sunlit room with a smile nearby.

As I age, I’ve begun to no longer trust the emotions that snarl beyond nine at night. They’re capricious little fucks and I won’t let their grubby hands steer the boat.

You are a haunting melody

I wonder if we will talk again

But I don’t know what’s left unsaid

That will cross between past and present

More of a ghost than a muse

The notes grow more silent as time wears on

Like soft creased kisses left atop the head

I don’t have anywhere to hold this

You know this

Further time unraveled

And letters left unsent

Nothing to be traded beyond glances across the bow.

Ships in the night