(Dedicated to TJ)
Wrangler jeans, just a little bit to tight...

Hands shake reaching for the bottle,
full of amber liquid courage...

Suppose feelings were more than emotions,
goes without saying, they would emerge in all...

Hate.
Vicious...

Two of a kind, slippin' and slidin'.
Queens of klutziness...

Lights turned down low, candles are lit,
casting flickering shadows upon the wall...

Repeat
Retreat...

I took my son to the circus
and he caused quite a ruckus...

She sits on the floor by her cedar hope chest,
filled over the years with letters, gifts, photos...

On my knees, praying to God,
begging, cajoling, making a deal...

A tiny baby lays in his crib.
His voice is silent, for he has learned...

Snow.
Fluffy flakes...