Early morning, sun rising, cold wind blowing.

Pockets are empty but my heart is full, though emotional currencies they don’t pay the bills.

One week beard, some dark, some light, time passes slowly, ages you overnight.

Steam blasting, sounds like an old Western train coming in, Kathryn once loved me or the man I used to be. He is gone for a while now, nowhere to be seen.

Iced window, holes in the walls, lost memories, photos in the floor.

We once sang, “forever”, now we take it day by day. If I asked for your hand, would you accept it today?

Broken, stuck between awake and asleep, trying hard to get back to that dream, but once it’s gone, it’s gone for good.