Jazz Music poetry Short Stories Uncategorized Urban Legends

only love remains

in his kitchen counter leaning
day dreams
i am always sunday morning seated
in my designated chair
by the window
wearing my just out of bed best
reflecting all of it in the coffee

the light and shadows
an imperfect world has to offer

we are absent mythology to each other

the regrets of dead parents know best
baby, i’m sorry about your mother

thank you
for conjuring and reminding my father
it’s my birthday

i’d like to think
he’s out there somewhere
lighting me
a candle topped cupcake
in heaven

there are days
when i can’t tell the two of you apart

only love remains