standing at the top
looking over a sea of trees
king of the world

at the funeral
an old man
grabs the last cookie

false happiness
masked over her face
turning the volume up

hospital waiting room
husband calls into work
for his dead wife

friends I haven't seen
we pick up
right where we left off

little fingers
reaching for my fries
     for the third time

i can hear
giggles in the other room
a couple's first sleepover

i think
everyone
has a whatshisname

snowman
stands alone
protecting the house

the creak and squeak
as I pedal
grandma's old bike

late night
we sneak to the train tracks
no one will see

lying on the
trampoline
mapping out our future

once more I find myself
comforted
by an empty home

if i knew
it was the last embrace
    i would've held tighter

the milky way
our headlights
and a full tank

never whispering
        a word—
the old willow tree

pondering life
on a boat
I drop my paddle

my hands on you
your hands on me
just awake enough to kiss