"Who is that old man in the mirror?" dad asked as he looked up with a crooked half smile.
Savoring what lingers
In the air
Where do you place broken pieces of color?
I suppose I will one day display them with pride
until then I'll hide them
beneath my mosaic collar
soothing words of comfort
a fast beating heart
rhythms of two
become one pulse
...Everyday I see him I say "I love you" because tomorrow is always uncertain.
Drop and go without care for what you placed over there