I ran out of time

I was going to write a poem

About a man

I used to know,

When he was just a boy

A handsome man

A nice man

But then, nice was never my weakness

He was just not bad enough

I guess

So I let him go

2019 a time of uncertainty

Like any other. I wish it was new…

This flutter of hope I have that things will get better. But no, I’ve felt it before. I must not give into the weakness that comes with that flutter…

So I shall remain forever cynical. Thanks Mom. Thanks Dad.