For months we’ve
prayed for rain,
heeding burn bans,
losing the chance this year
to sit around fire pits
shooting shit with friends,
watching stars fall,
pretending this is fine,
and we’ll live to see
a better world
before we’re gone.
Photo by Kittitep Khotchalee on Unsplash
Consider for a moment
the unhoused among us.
They’re not trolls
lurking under bridges.
They’re people who,
more often than not,
had a bout of bad luck
they couldn’t overcome.
It’s hardly ever a fault
of their own, and
they deserve more than we give.
No more traveling
alone to New York City,
or sad rides on trains.
No more being the only
unpartnered one on holidays,
no more soul-aching
single Christmas nights.
No more tears,
no more talking to myself.
I have a sidekick
for sightseeing now,
and I never want to let him go.
I raise
to days gone bye,
still wishing
they’ll get better,
but my hope
is fading fast.
So I’ll just
keep wishing
that one day
I can fly off to some
sun-soaked coast
between ocean
and palms,
and never, ever
come back.
all I ever wanted
all I ever needed
all I ever asked for
was your love,
your time,
and your respect
what I really needed
(what I still need)
is to believe every word
that falls from the only lips
I want to kiss
for the rest of my life
I need that
I deserve that
I hope I get that
Inspired by the Writer’s Write October prompts | photo by Brett Jordan on Pexels
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