I was dreamin’ of tomorrow / so I – sacrificed today / It was a waste, a mistake / that I’m not makin’ again // You say begin again. Up, / jump in and live again...

On the phone tonight / I successfully carried on multiple conversations / One was orally facilitated / the others convened in the playground of my brain...

Leftover after everything’s been / Said, shared, savored / All the besides wasted under the skin / Beneath the not knowing...

Oh God, oh son, oh servant Christian man / Why dare you me, bid me rise when I am blind; / You’ll never understand why I can’t stand / On two feet like your sweet contented kind...

Count in the seconds, the minutes, they climb / Aimless way to pass the time One – the number of me’s in the world / Two days in the weekend / There are three children in the Tedeschi family...

Palm open / Hanging lonely / At my side / Empty / Longing to entwine with...

Will I ever recover or move beyond / Your face, your smile, your eyes / The touch of your hand upon my cheek / The night I said goodbye

What is that face in the looking glass? / It’s familiar, I know, but more like you / Than what I remember from before. / The cheekbones, the coloring, yes… / But more than that.

The winter winds whip in and out of my cracked screen door, / Carrying the resonating “ding” of the wind chimes in with frosty breaths / It seems even the curtains try to leave me when the breeze exhales.

That street could tell so many stories / Stories of its love kept and its love lost / Of its children / Of its visitors /One of which I was...