come, stay and let's talk. it's a good day to be alive
I have sensed something,
like tracing a trail of breadcrumbs,
a feeling like something is out of place.
Some had commented in passing,
as if there’s a stain on my face I don’t recognize.
But only recently have I started feel it,
a sense of distancing, a sense of refusal, or a sense of defiance.
What is this? Has this always been here?
It’s a curious phenomenon, one that calls my immediate attention.
7.1.2025
it’s painful sometimes,
but it’s worth the notice;
our own shortcomings.
simple and honest is the fastest;
and I yearn to stare at the clock,
instead of regret, with hope.
5.22.2023
notice the light, the shadow, and shapes
have you noticed how much time has passed?
many things have happened
while there wasn’t much time for pondering
flippant words in my writing troubles me
while my dear heart yearns to rumble again
are you still alive?
If you are, I’d like to see you write again
not a superficial one,
but one that’s deeper, heavier, and moving.
10.26.2022
Ralph with Coffee 