The View From a Different Window

Friday, 4:30 a.m.

~and I am not afraid of anything~

~and the baby she was carrying was me~

~at least we had the summer~

~and so we remember that some things are just best left to others~

~and I thank God for good memories~

~from the prairies of Kansas, I am~

~for the places and the people that I have left behind~as we hold hands tightly and stick together~

~it is just an old sweatshirt~

~welcome to Sunday, 1:30 a.m.~