Not my Fence

The curtains still blow in the wind yet nobody lives here. From my side, I stare at the vines hugging my fence for attention as there’s no warmth left in the house next door. I got stuck staring and wondering where the people went, what they were like, and what happened. The trash can is…

We Are Never Getting Back Together

“The light at the end of the tunnel”  “Together alone”  “Stay in your bubble” If I never hear some of these phrases again, I’ll be satisfied. After 2020 and 2021 I may not want to blow bubbles, ride in tunnels, or even hear High School Musical’s “We’re All in This Together.” The truth of the…