I Rise each day the same:
The sweet sound of No Volveré
is playing within my mind.
I never win this game.
My internal Groundhog Day.
Turning the shower knob,
“The world moves away from me.”
Yesterday’s pain, down the drain
like Spring’s fresh Purple Rain.
You cannot see me sob.
Then Jimmy I see.
His number tossed in the garbage
Soon thrown own with today’s trash:
A fresh delivery ~ my bouquet.
Dried tears, I Feel Better.