Stories of Boys

Morning breath turns to coffee breath.

sitting alone at the table -

have I forgotten something?

Time will tell.

Happy Tones alert me –

“you up?”

I’ve heard stories about boys.

I've lived stories of

evening embarrassment -

washing their hands and faces,

"let's try again!" they say.

Morning comes,

and they slip away.

This never happened.

Ding Ding Ding.

“Hey”

Simple words – convoluted translation.

Starting a conversation?

Entering a loop of unfruitful energy?

Wasting time.

An Empty mug stares back at me

Nothing left there.

Do I try this again?

Do I try something new?

Ceramic meets wood,

Maybe I’ll try something new.

Only time will tell.