Safety

in the forest glen
a dappled fawn lies hidden
in the underbrush

shrouded
cloaked within
our own narrative

Nostalgia

living in the past
reaching out for the echoes
of what used to be

wistful
remembering the way
things never were

Elders

as I walk this earth
I tread on those before me
my path paved with love

footsteps
your past guides
my future

Lost

a bicycle bell
she speeds by, skirt fluttering
laughter in the wind

She’s gone
before I know
it’s her

Drifting

when I’ve lost my way
the candle in your window
beckons me back home

wandering-
guided towards
your light

Waiting

in twenty-two years
from now I pray I’ll still be
waking next to you

in anticipation-
dreaming of
our old age

Barefoot

Shards of your anger
Litter the ground around you
Keeping me at bay

Awakening

I took for granted
Always waking up next to
Your side of the bed

Relief

I wonder what kind
Of man I would have become
If we hadn’t met

Summer

Draped on an elm bough
Branches dapple the sunlight
That warms up my cat