Thursday, January 15, 2015

Eating at an old favorite restaurant.

Grey skies through the windows.

Beer with lunch.

The glass is heavy in my hand.

Cold against my lips.

She is leaving at the end of the month.

She is leaving and she is taking our life with her.

I have so much work to do.

So many expectations to meet.

So many commitments to fulfill.

The glass is heavy in my hand.

I think about putting new fluid in my lighter.


  1. Hayden, I'd like to say this is a welcome return to blogging, but it seems that you're going through a tough time at the moment. Sorry to hear that. I hope things pick up. Stay strong.

    1. Thanks, Martin. Glad to see that you are still following what little writing I do put out these days. I would love to send you an email, but I hesitate to ask you publicly for a viable address. Shoot me an email sometime at the address listed at the top of this site. If you feel so inclined, of course.