Again we pick scabs

 
pooled wax sits the faint last few flickers of the candle

scented ? or perhaps unscented sorrow

however do you like coffee

steaming hot espresso or iced cold latte?


a train passes by on a frost bitten winters day

the station  briefly frozen in time

prompt though the next train

only the passengers know their true destination


years pass by

or was it the changing of winter to spring

back again to pitfalls wandering through glaciers

laying dormant await the next thaw  flower


from the mirrors perspective

stands an unshaven male

strawberry blonde locks well past the bottom cheeks

eyes sky blue tear stained reminders