maybe seeing frogs isn’t such a bad thing

/sometimes all it takes is staring up at the light bulb riddled sky// pulling through the intersection and seeing the pale moon in the middle of a lilac sky reflecting off the pearly sheen of my windshield & i look to the passenger seat cold and empty/ the cows wander past my car, wide eyes and shaggy fur standing feet from my window and i could/ almost/ reach out and touch them. i want to stop and take a picture but i don’t. their eyes follow me as i drive past. Peach tea and brown rock sugar on marble countertops, knocking along the grain. Choppy waves and bitter rain hit my face. Do you need me? you ask and i say no. But as i walk with tears streaming down my face and wind pulling me into the murky grey waters// i replay you singing /over/ and /over/ and /over/ & when the message finally comes through i stop in the trail & let myself sob, a loud fragile joy breaking through my lips. /maybe things aren’t as great as i’d thought then//

but at least i have you