I wonder why Must you be so wrapped up, In chasing love, like there’s some big rush? Is it just the watching of other couples, Engrossed in each other, Or the crying of an empty heart To share its laughter and woes? Those come hard,…

the fading wisps of smoke from a dying campfire are the sweetest dying embers sputter dousing sand sizzles   I miss that   we built a fire pit in the backyard of my old, small town home; thirteen-tons of flagstone and granite I moved from…