Yars moved to the side.
“I can use a drink,” Yars said
“Or maybe twenty.
Month: February 2016
2/28/2016
Broken promises
Litter the beach of my soul
So many are mine
2/27/2016
Child sized emptiness
Never feels completely filled
Knowing they are gone
2/26/2016
“How about a drink?”
Asked Bea. “That might be a start.”
She stood there waiting.
2/25/2016
“You already won,”
Yars said. “What else do you need?
I’ve got nothing else.”
2/24/2016
Faced with a pizza
Pepperoni eyes staring
Weeping fatty tears
2/23/2016
Trying to read her
But he doesn’t understand
illiterate love
2/22/2016
She listened to him
But didn’t hear what he said
She had seen his actions
2/21/2016
Pounding through the ice
That’s invaded my driveway
Titanic revenge
2/20/2016
Lazy Saturdays
Allows for some recharging
And hectic Sundays