“Waiting.” Until the word itself grew tired of living up to my own definition. And so it did some changing. It is no longer Waiting.   ©2017. All rights reserved. Feature photo not mine.


I went home alone tonight. After a few drinks. Lamp posts guiding my way Leaving the darkness to my imagination. I pass this way often. I pass this way usually alone. I’ve grown used to the company of fear. Tonight, Everytime the light hits I want to see shadows. I’d be fearless to look back…