the long winding path seems lonelier with each step
every wind's dark howl speaks of rain
a foolish man's heart still struggles to accept
relishing amidst the torrents of pain.
she watches. undecided.

sorry. there's nth much else to say.

ode to a chocolate sundae i ate on a sunday night.

returning home i bought a cup of chocolate sundae
eating it as i took a break
sensational as it was, it didn't last very long
two to three minutes was all it would take
when i continued on my way it dawned upon me
especially in the midnight heat
last time i ate a sundae so cold and creamy
last time i ate a sundae it was also so sweet