Wishing for More

I’m driving down the road that leads to your house

But I turn left because someone else

Now lays on my side of the bed.

I wish you both the best 

but I can’t help myself from

Wishing I could see your face again

And Wishing we could head back to your place 

And wishing you found home in my arms.

-Nov 2020

Ocean Blues and You

I have a tendency to run from arms that are stretched open

for me. A tendency to think when people take

an interest in me, they only mean to pry me open with an oyster knife and leave

me empty. Your past has taught you that anyone can leave if they want to try.

So you don’t pry and you don’t ask why, but you always stay