Tuesday night snowfall
exceeds the weatherman’s call
– a rare occurrence

getting left behind
is sometimes necessary
- cocoons understand.

I will bear your hope,
but I am not forever;
I am merely now.

I’ve been one to keep
wanting and waiting for things
just beyond my reach.

image: Clara en su mundo

I am not the me,
not the me you thought I’d be,
not the one to set you free
and not the one you once believed
would stem the tides of seas.

I am more than me,
not the one you had foreseen,
but just like you I had a dream –
a delicate contingency –
depending on a “we.”

image: Untitled blue

as we forge ahead,
the chances not taken now
may turn to regret.

image: SkyWhisperer

mourning is for those
who wholeheartedly believe
there is no reprise.

morning is the time
hopeful souls rely upon
just before the dawn.

image: eggman