Lake Tracks
Month: June 2020
Canned
Rusted metal and frosted glass
stained with my inner desires.
Bottled,
sealed,
and packed away…
Stored with the rest
you’ve acquired.
Two Months
Last night my patient was told she had two months to live. Maybe more, maybe less…
She sat there listening to what the doctor had to say about her poor prognosis, tears building behind her eyes.
He tenderly answered her questions, leaving her no more further scenarios to ponder within her bald head.
He left. I stayed.
I handed her some tissues, helped dry her sunken face, and held her hand as we waited for her family’s return.
She then looked at me suddenly, grinning as she said, “Well… now I have a reason to get cable and sip my fucking margaritas right?”
And I giggled and replied, “Yes… I believe you fucking do”.
❤️🙌
Weeds
I wanted you
to uncover those
memories,
like weeds in a
flower bed.
I was hoping you’d
find the good ones…
But you found the
bad ones instead.
Pathway
Bottled
Go ahead.
Bottle up
your broken promises
and empty oaths…
Seal it tight
with glue made
from your ghosts.
Hide it safe
and don’t ever
let it shatter…
Your words
to me will never
fucking matter.
Creek
Apple blossoms
Anonymously Hal 
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