Friendships or acquaintances? God grant me the wisdom to distinguish between the two.
They came and went over the years. Names, places, remembered in bits and pieces.
Things I thought would last–didn’t. Things never expected to last, persevered.
Was the glass half-full or half-empty? Who cared? In either case, the glass was not full, and was less than adequate.
Her beauty slapped me in the face–hard as a dead fish. Covered in a kudzu gown, with roots that still dripped dirt. Beauty an illusion that came from within. Reality never knocked–always let itself in.