title

loving life
i live
the steps walking
words spoken
talking
showing up on blank pages
empty buckets filled with self

today looking
beyond the view
of here and now

confessions made
in silent rooms
with no one present

vacated closets
bearing worthless items
no longer needful

weightless
and discarded
shy of offers
not taken

it's tomorrow
his love
he beckons
telling of his
intentions

everything
and
nothing

hope is ringing my cell