friendship lost

it slipped away
like a thief in the night
and i never got to say
drm 2018


The Chameleon

Months after the fall
I realized
I could not turn into the Chameleon
to get who I thought I wanted
I would have to be brave
I would have to be
DRM 2018

*I read the below from my buddy Terri at Bone Sigh Arts and it got me thinking about how I was after my divorce; about what I would give up to not be alone. It took a while for me to realize the price was too high to not be myself.