Drifting

A bronco made from driftwood stirred my emotions today. The love of art was something we did not see the same way.

The perfect storm by Val Walden was too expensive you said, not long after it hung above the door overhead.

Now this osprey made from driftwood, buy it she’d say, it looks so good.

My tears soon dry as I missed her more now than ever. Why did you leave me alone I continue to endeavor.

You should be here. I don’t want to miss you today. Were we brought together to be broken, because broken is where I will stay.

I don’t want them to see me like this because I am not sure that they would understand. Unless they’ve experience this first hand.