I was never good at games,
though I have a great poker face...

Not Okay
You asked if I was okay...

This poem is about being diagnosed with...

I saw you today,
I saw that you saw me...

Found a picture of the past collecting dust upon...
Of a now fading distant memory...

I grabbed my keys, filled up my tank
And drove to the ends of the Earth today...

I have been down this road before,
I've walked it many a time...

Adrenalin rushes through my veins,
My body, heavy as a tank...

A letter written with no address
Of secrets I will never say allowed...

Once love is gone
When there is no more us...

There is such a thing as forgiveness
Something I myself give and do...

Distant voices
Of far out cries...