The Therapy Collection

I take the trash out, round the truck and see the property line mowed thinking of him and how in one week it will disappear as it came the same

How many days have passed since our separation Lonely November mornings provide no consolation How many nights have gone slipping through our grasp Holding tight to pillows wishing all of this

Maybe he’s dreamin’ he’s this smooooth talking guy That can lie to the world and to himself, still deny. That is the story you keep feeding your head Roaming around

Life. What are you now? Where’s my new direction…    motivation… Once full of loves so devoted to I filled my hours and made them fundamental…      Life is too