That can break. With plans to travel. To places I won't ever see.
His happiness is his own. He sets his pace. Always has.
It's a different pace. Filled with pauses and opinions. Not mine. The roads he chooses takes him to worlds filled with space and drums. Always drums. The plans he makes are between him and the woman he loves. I am not a part of these things.
I am now without a child.
He's a man. And I love him
My girlfriend is moving away.
I can't help but wonder if we'll still be friends.
I've met yellow before but never like this.
It's like sweet lemon drops and living large in the black holes.
It's comfort without words. Laughing that spits metaphors.
Shaking badasses with nothing common about it.
Bringing comfort with door latches.
Talks of dreams, boys in the hood, exploding stars, igniting drugs and traveling backpacks.
This only happens a handful of times in ones life.
She's my family. And I love her.
My husband is on the road a lot. That doesn't change our commitment.
It's stronger every year because we work it out. No matter what. Nothing can change that status. Not FB. Not anything.
He's my man. And I love him.
My dog is sick. I mean real sick. I've seen this before. Isis didn't make it. Pax must make it.
She just has to.
She's a part of the family. And I love her.
I got hit by a truck when I was 13. Bam. My life changed. My birthday is a month away. I'll be 55.
That use to be the age of retirement. 55 is the speed limit. That's all you can go. That's the peak.
That's the wall.