Today is in the dustpan
except for what we planned.
The visitors brought some sweet delights
and I stopped Godfrey’s angry bites
The taxi driver picked Ants up.
but saw my tears and asked ‘what’s up?’
I told him of our history
and he extended his hand towards me.
The days are getting bittersweet
and breathing sometimes seems a feat.
The happy cancels out the sad,
the sadness cancels out the glad.
If I were to go way back in time
I’d find a more specific rhyme.
My heart is torn away from me
and I just want to be left to be….
a bee
on a flower
in the sunshine
or else a perfect syllable.
jmgoyder 