one song without
thinking of you,
that's all I wish.
saw for the first time
the punch, the rake,
and the work
that must be done
to return, but I am
not there yet.
I roar crazy loud
like the ocean
is eating a lion,
and I better myself
each breakfast
to begin again.
even with the foggiest
ideas, soon, the day will come
where I redeem myself
in home and heart
and start over by
complaining about
and describing sadness.
off the chest,
and into a river
or a shrink's office plant.