Can taste it even now.

Christmas lunch.

Best feast of the year. ...

Dangling.

Alone.

Blemished, ...

Crash on me.

Don’t worry.

It’s ok. ...

Hazy memories,

Dancing with flames.

It was long ago. ...

Solitary.

Standing tall.

Unyielding. ...

So many things,

I depend on,

But can’t understand. ...

Carefree days,

When you used to visit.

We would walk, ...

Spring has arrived.

Yet snowy mountain tops,

Refuse to melt. ...

“We did it together”,

Reads the message,

Scribbled in chalk, ...

Days come and go.

But those who care,

Stay. ...

I’m not religious.

But I’ll pray in you,

Any day, ...

What to look at…

Clarity, or haziness?

Contrast, or lines? ...

For many years,

You brought light,

To number 2. ...

I could count you,

But won’t.

Too many. ...

No bikes or horses allowed.

Walk that way.

Silent, ...

Dark,

Shiny,

Enticing and inviting. ...

Drink and eat.

Clean the table.

Sweep the floor. ...

Life scars,

Carried graciously,

Openly, ...

Ufe and Abe,

Are easy to find.

The right path, ...

They’re not meant to harm.

Just there to help.

In case in the dead of night, ...