Lately

Life’s been a string of counterfeit days and

appointment after

appointment after

appointment after

union yoga nights and crazytrain rollercoasters of

love and fear and fantastic frenzy

Words on a page, written and read

images on a screen, in my soul, in my head

fluid notes of beauty dripping through the speakers, wherever

harsh and loud

sweet as syrup

moaning and jumbled and

plastic and heartfelt melodies

Agenda full of dates dates dates to remember

things to do, places to be, people to see and miss forever in

this tiny little kingdom

if all goes well, if it feels alright

I’ll be there to give and listen and love and hold

everything in my fibrous limbs maybe

even my heart

maybe

And at the end of the night, just remember

leave it all behind you

the bad ones especially but the good ones too because

at the end of the night, it’s over;

don’t fall for ghosts or

fake a smile or laugh too hard

because that’s not genuine either

At the end of the night just lean baby

lean on into the now, the next;

tomorrow's new, and when you're up and shining things

move forward propel

you to them and

last year

last month

last night

don’t mean a thing, 

never did

never will

and that's ok.

xo