This isn't About You

I pour

from an empty cup

into an empty space

that can’t… no…

doesn’t care to

hold it.

”never chase”

you laugh over a beer

unsolicited advice

from a man who

hasn’t tended garden for

6… long… months.

”it’s winter” you say

to your own defense

always playing zone

and never in it

and I wonder,

Where is the quarterback?

While I long for the life back

a different era where

sunshine was plenty

and smiles didn’t have to be bought

by playing a high priced part

with only pennies to work with

If you read this

Well I can already feel the recoil

Like firing a 40 caliber gun

with 80 year old arms.

But this is not about you.

And if you are not happy

with the reflection you see

within the silver linings

of these words

maybe you should try

to take up the space here

that’s still … so… empty.