A great life

Dad walks where he and mom used to,

Feeling guilty mom’s sick,

His beauty no longer there to talk with,

“She loved days like this.

Shit.”

Stepping up to the Capitol

Big beautiful doors fill you with awe.
Like you’re visiting a king or queen, or lover.
Touch one.
Run your hand along its’ wood.
Smell it.
Then gently push.
Entering like royalty or an expected lover.