Maybe I love my friends better this week
For the pains they bear in the physical realm,
Matching my own in the emotional.
Traveling… from sad to mad and back again,
With a little sped up energetic
“I’m going to be fabulous today”
As a toss of the head and stomp of the foot.
And I was, those days at least.
Hugging them all, inquiring on their health,
Listening intently to every word,
In my skinny jeans and dressy shirt
Shining like a jewel amongst aged stones.
Because I felt it so close, like a poet knows;
But I zigged, you zagged
And the room remains empty.
But yet sitting there in the park,
Listening to the music,
I felt the eyes of curiosity,
And I was queen in that moment
Given free lemonade for being a taste tester
Chosen out of many.
The day was grand
And I looked well
But still I came home
Hungry….
5/8/2024 by Sage