the same

I thought it would be different

I tried

I begged and I worked

Foolish-I missed you

Here again

I smile and I wait

As if it’s me

But it’s not-It’s just the same

Poetry, Uncategorized

The Potential of a Kite

Free as the wind

Violent destructive cyclone

Tender summer breeze

Listless in the stale air

Tie down

Run away

Soar

Fall

Return

Whipped breathless

Promising tension

And gone

Unpredictable and fleeting

I suppose I’ll fly this kite somewhere else