Time to be thankful.
Of what are you thankful for?
Give thanks. Well...or not.

Bear crossing the street
Bear crossing, bearing crosses.
They bear crosses too.

How I feel with you.
How I don't feel about you.
How I don't feel you.
-RF

I placed your secret in my pocket, where you won’t see it anymore.
-RF

Dramatic goodbyes are easier to remember. Undramatic goodbyes are easier to regret.
-RF

If I hold my breath
Until this makes complete sense
I will suffocate.
-RF

Knock, knock, who’s there? No
One. No one who? There was no
Knock. There is no door.
-RF

In the dream I saw you: You had weights attached to ropes, tied to your body. You were dragging them. I couldn’t count how many, 5, 6, 7, more. The sound of their dragging was unnatural in the quiet night. People walked up to you with more weights and said, “Can you hold this?” “Can you carry this?” You said yes. They handed their weights to you and moved on. You carried, you held, you dragged.
-RF

Often it's best to simply not ask questions

It's only natural that we destroy what we've made...

This is how we treat each other
That is all that remains
Those are the thoughts left behind
These are not our proudest moments
There's nothing left to say

We like to talk about tomorrow, next time, but there are only so many of those, sooner or later you are going to run out and realize you should have made it count when you had the chance.

Echoing through my head I moved out into the street with nothing but the lamp poles to keep me company. What if you knew I made the wrong choice all along?

That's how it started, just a glance, side by side, or was it across the room? You caught me staring, and I looked away.
Looking back at time things have changed and I wonder how you are. It's painful thinking of how things might have been if only tomorrow, next time, were not the answers given.