I am not my father,

I am sober,

a chaotic

individual

who craves life.

He only smiled and

cried after 7:30 pm.

Here’s to the moon

soothing our angst

bringing a bit of

peace in the

calmness

of the

night

peace of him

i write a million

pieces about him,

but yet i cannot finish.

feels too good to end.

maybe later when i have

nothing left, but tears

and memories.

for now, i’ll just enjoy

what’s unfinished... 

and all of a sudden

the words came

rushing out

her eyes

streaming down

her cheeks

faster than

his heart

could ever

speak

~we call this ‘July Fifthteenth’

two thousand eighteen

title, if you want one.

wine on the sofa,

yesterday and today.

patio door is open

as the cool summer

wind

caress my soul.

i’m settled in peace,

although

anxiounsess tugs

my heartstrings.

~How are you?

summer love

and that's the scary part.

one minute you're soaring

and running thru clouds,

but then you forget

and become human for

one second. just one second.

and reality jolts

the senses and one person

stops smiling. and you panic,

because those clouds

became a bit smaller,

and you stop smiling too,

so you scramble,

trying to make sense

of it all, wishing to erase

old moments and

recreate smiles.

balance.

~clouds. llamas. & frogs. became us.

and my fingers

are randomly

moving as if

they are familiar

with the body of

that trumpet,

albeit me never

grazing one,

and my toes?

freely tapping

to those

beats

on these

floors;

wooden

i mean,

how could they not?

i mean,

the music.

- so what?

this day, 2018 (i think)

i’m sorry

these tears are not mines.

he loved

the sea

so much

he

drowned

me

in it,

what is it?

- Sea Me