you guessed it... another dream

I had another dream where I passed a football back to your son and you were
just standing there, happy to see me.
It's always happy to see me. but beyond those eyes
nothing awaits.
I begged for the memory to stay a while longer,
but when I woke up I knew it was gone. it just so happens
to happen so more often that I would like it to happen,
reoccurring sensations of desperation,
the memory of something that never was.
I've been asking myself when it all began:
I can pin point it to a particular space and time. but when it ended?
no. I don't think I know that.
there was a moment, a true moment of desperation, where you tapped into it and then let me go.
there's nothing to reclaim, it was never mine,
yet it aches like it belonged to me millions of years ago.

fall

days are getting darker,

but not without fading into the sweetest pink light,

the reminder that another day rose up,

armored with sharp, cold winds,

and myriads of evergreen trees swaying along.

days are getting darker and I find myself at the

kitchen table, before coffee gets cold,

reading poetry passages to face the worst

I always wondered what made may so difficult

and it doesn't seem to be the weather

I think it's instrinsic to the way I live.

might just get more out of it

when embracing wool socks and raspy throats

when taking the time to slow down

and enjoy how the world

prepares to die and reborn.