Coffee Shop Sessions

Walking along the shadows of the night, 
your voice resonated outside the bar, 
where I stumbled in to see you on stage. 

The lights were low, 
and the focus was upon you. 
Mesmerized by your passion, 

everyone in the room was captivated— 
by the gift, the rawness, the vulnerabilities, 
so easily exposed. It was a revealing, 

layer by layer peeled back to the core: 
a train wreck calling for onlookers 
to assess the damage 

and sympathize with the victim. 
Nothing more could be done but to observe. 

O, how I wish there was something I could have done, 
but your battered bruises were too deep to heal 
by a single touch. 


[2022]