It feels like an ugly world lately
but the poets are still singing
and the artists are painting a better,
more beautiful world in their heads.
But for what it’s worth,
I went on a run this morning and
there was a tree that smelled like honey,
And the whole neighborhood smells like trees,
For what it’s worth,
I love you.
I hope things are better in your little corner of the universe.
Some nights I feel like you’ve consumed
and you’re up there,
taking its place,
shining among the stars.