Trinity Dejavu

Woke up this morning from a series of intermingled bad dreams, so many people, so many places, so many memories. Crying in my sleep and hard to hold it back now I’m awake.

I miss my baby.

I miss living for today and dreaming about tomorrow.

I miss riding shotgun with my hand on your lap.

I miss reading bedtime stories, pick two books.

I miss watching you sleep, your face next to mine when I wake.

I miss McClain and Tumwater, Pheonix and Jim.

I miss the stars on the ceiling.

I miss circle boy, hip cat, and the kitchen stink.

I miss hearing my name, I miss saying your’s more.

I miss Wendy’s and Denny’s and Happy Meals with you.

I miss my independance, my time and my space.

I miss talking to you on my smoke break.

I miss your eyes and your smell, your hair and your taste.

I miss holding hands, your touch, your embrace.

I miss PST, RTV and ABC 1560.

I miss remembering and not crying.

I miss my baby.

There once was a man from Nantucket
Who’s wife had a rather large bucket.
And rather then loose it
she’d let him use it
And it leaked wherever he took it.

–by Trinity Dejavu

There once was a woman from Cox
who had an enormous box!
She called herself Madge
after her glorious fadge.
And in winter she stuffed it with socks.

–by Trinity Dejavu

Alone in a room full of people.

Perched out the way, on display.

Often spoke, but never talked.

I’m glad we did.

I Love You Miyabina <3