Coffee rings and memories..

My insides feel twisty.
Anxiously waiting for
something...

The bottom,
the truth
a sad goodbye

What makes anyone stick around
for anyone
Life-even well lived-
is hard knocks
scraped knees
and bruises
from who knows where

Your reflection speaks volumes
singing silent songs to you
about what you lack

Somehow your missing pieces
are found in someone else reflections
puzzle, mosaics.
jagged edges, corners
all fit together
over cups of coffee
tears cried,

riding on the backs of laughter
and tears, celebrations and crisis
are memories
that weave a playlist
a tattered scrapbook
a ever moving reel
of memories
ever rosed colored

Incapable of being told
by just one voice.
You can't have harmony
with a just a melody

you can't have a play without
players

you can't have a we without
a you and a me.

let's weave a tapestry
of a beautiful life
even the broken parts
because  even scares
mean your survived.

Through it -together-
the world will know
what love got to
do with it.