i love long conversations

i have them with myself

i love long walks in the woods

i take them alone


but of course

maggy and atticus

are with me

how they listen

as i go

on and on

never missing a word

unless a deer

by chance

happens by

i have traveled through beauty

gazed in awe

my breath skipped a beat

and yet

i die again

and again

in the loneliness of friends

the stories of love at first sight

the twinkle of stars in the dark

the empty of a cold winter’s night

empty streets

empty hearts

searching eyes

for a glow

a light radiating

from a heart

that touches mine

and makes age old stories true

and so



— patty