me and the red

another sip of sweet bitter on my vacant lips,
a friend that can see passed all the clever quips.
for one night, a feeling that is all my own,
sitting here with the understanding that I will never be left alone.

to have all these conversations that don't exist,
and to settle with a sadness of a love that will never be kissed.
It's a silent message at the bottom of a bottle that I've read loud and clear,
Here's to that old misunderstood friend called fear.
Here we go with another empty glass and another empty fight,
everything wrapped up in another completely empty night.

a tiny moment

I sit back and allow the sun to kiss my face. It creates a warm blanket around me while the breeze runs it fingertips over me. Thoughts drip out my ears and allow me to just be. My breath finds the rythmn of the song echoing in my hollow mind, "Que Sera, Que Sera, whatever may be may be". No expectations, no grief, no guilt.