sad day.
started out with a dream.
not enough sleep to suffice,
not a long enough break from myself.
slow start.
postponing life.
anxious thoughts on the back portch waiting.
trying to trust,
hoping for a miracle,
i'm still hoping you will come back...
quiet drive.
i took the life of a hawk against my windsheild.
i saw it go into the bushes.
i saved the lives of some mice,
and probably some bugs and sparrows too,
after that, you drove.
i couldnt drive.
greyhound station downtown.
i love you, goodbye...
are you alright?
im going to cry...

the house is quiet without you.