Two hawks soared across the pale blue sky.
Symphony of birds twittered in the oak branches.
A world of flight; nature alive.
Sun not too hot.
A beautiful first day of November.
Odd memory scratches inside my head, reminds me that once upon a time you and I soared across the sky like memory hawks; our feathers entwined.
Jenny W. Andrews copyright 2021
Learning still that promises, like breath, evaporate.
That lingering glances are just teases, false promises.
Learning still that tomorrow truly never comes, that broken hearts cannot be mended.
That saying “I’m sorry” is not enough.
That it is not possible to forgive or forget.
That the world is never enough.
Learning still that I am truly alone.
Learning still that I have not adjusted very well to what I have learned.
Copyright (original, 2009) Jenny W. Andrews, 2019 All rights reserved