March 20th, 2018

The sound of guitar strings. The orange glow of light. The cold glass of wine resting. The voice that fills the empty air. The lights across, shutting off. The end of a day. A day full of life. The life I have dreamt of. The life that is a work in progress. Tonight I am fulfilled. Tonight I remember to be patient. Tonight I believe that it really does get better. It does, and it won’t last, but it will come again. And again and again and again.