the smell of you soaks my wine glass.

fresh still the next day.  strangers passed me by and i swore it could be you…

that was my faith hoping…


so here i sit, coming to my own conclusions of you and i.  relaxing at the thoughts of

time changing everything.

and i find myself in no need to worry

because i still feel you.

allowing myself to slowly pour it out.

Finally.                                     Relief.

How could i have ever stopped?

this and you.

heart tells me time will show its truth.

how do i feel…  how do i feel.  i’m not sure anymore.


i feel isolated.  desolate.


i feel negative and demanding.


i feel worn out and helpless.


i feel fearful and unknowing.


i feel hopeful…