She reminded me of women, I used to see as a child, at family gatherings. Tired, not quite steady,

I remember youth and senses, the smell and touch. Fascinated by breathing, in and out. Sunday walks,

Soon as the sun, as life becomes d… I flow with a heart, all the worst… No more can I mourn, myself as I… It’s bright and it’s sad, but toda… like the years gone before, or the…

I couldn’t think, of anything worse. From the outside, Looking in. Draining your soul away,

Oh dreaded day, bring light! Nothing less than the beauty that you are, The whispers and winds in mind, Shackled, deranged, slightly mad,

Wake to the sun on fire, a wandering wisp of a dream, In it’s forgotten desire, a candle… as a sonnet sings sentiment as bri… What is a plum situation,

There’s not enough time, Not for seeing the world, no no But feeling alive, To hold your friend when they weep… For being in a hole,

My father talked often, of what went wrong, who his father was, Who he is as a father, Long drawn out conversations,

The doubt of spring, makes winter warm, when all is cold is now gone, The sparkle of night, and the seasons change,

Brush teeth, Planes overhead, People I’ll never meet, Some words just dance, your words dance.

The port city and it’s secrets, The Sicilians drapes hung in the… The ghosts beyond the limestone wa… The sad holy brush of James Walsh… The sanctity of the unknown,

A drink. A sip. I sip you and you sink me. The empty bottle, is the saddest sight.