mostly good

corner booth

one please

those eyes

don’t be so sad

i think

table for one

shouting

and i smile

booth visualized

my name in its weathered bench

how are you? she purrs

mostly good.

the bed’s been cold

and i cry sometimes

there are nights i can’t breathe

and the dawn hides

mornings i pray

wanting to remain

tightly bound

afternoons i wish

for tears-eyes dried up

weeks i wonder

karma

the enemy or savior?

months i wait

the night shy flexing its jewled

tones

years now

i ask, was that it?

am i done?

but mostly good.