You’re never completely alone.

Allow me my sadness today.

We can talk tomorrow.

As you walk away, we

die a little more – separate machines.

But take care knowing, if

you decide to speak.

We can talk today.

Always.

a not too special little thought that’s as comforting as a freshly plucked sliver

I sit here and write.

If you read it, good.
If you don’t, fine.
If you like it, better.
If you don’t, that’s alright.

Either way I’ll sit here tomorrow and write.