Does the world need
Another book?
Another poem?
I add one more to the pile
To be left alone

May sun is warm
An old friend
You have missed
June sun
Still smiles

I will be
Forever in debt
To my mother
Any gift
Would come up short

Restless
As I lay in bed
Trying to fall asleep
These are my clues
I might be low

Beside you
I am
At peace
Our love
A connection

I enjoy his company
Riding shotgun
Conversation
No one to overhear
Our inside jokes

To be a true artist
Must they be recluses
Crazy mad or sick
Or even better dead
Show me a healthy artist

Tomorrow
Has not yet come
It’s promises yet to be broken
Tomorrow
Is bigger

Left on a leash
Is no way to live
He disappeared
I like to imagine
He’s running in a field

Are you ever tired
Of just being you?
Did you ever
Want to be
Someone new?