the scent of flowering trees

Afternoon tea in a sunlit dining room. Empty but for a few tables alive with quiet-humming talk. Sitting up straight, dividing savories into twos. Sipping from a flower'd cup, tea that's been luke warm for many conversation turns.

Strolling next to dad on breezy streets shaded by towering stones. Adjusting a sweater against a twilight nip. Listening, talking. Being heard, being known.

wardrobe

My clothes hang two or three to a hanger in my closet.

Oye como va

I thought I could do it, but I can't.
Being in contact with you is too hard.
You disappointed me by not coming after me.
You are stringing me along, and I won't have it.
You cannot keep two women.
I am not a runner up.
By being ambivalent about this, you show me that you are not who I thought you were.
If you want me, you should make that clear.
I won't be in a relationship disdained in any way, by anyone.
Neither should you.

Please love and be free.