I’ve no ambitions,
but ask me about my dreams;
for I have many.

you didn’t mean to
embarrass me, but still I’m
humiliated.

bare branches swaying;
is it hello they’re waving,
or a plea for help?

among the tears we’ll
find a smile, recalling
you were in our sky.

vast empires fell
prone to ignorance and pride,
but we are exempt.

what a way to fall,
when you take aim at the stars
and miss completely

justifiably
upset, she stormed out the door,
never to return.