Jan 7

I thank you for your gentle lies
-we'll be alright and things will get better-
while we wander in the dark
unsure of path and future.
A day is filled with stuttering tries
-I plan the menu and often cook supper-
But sometimes things look only stark
Although I cannot see far.
So let us go on acting wise
-next year we will make a garden-
though it's cold and windy in our park.
We two will be alone together.