I’m waiting for the penny on my driveway to flip over before picking it up. I don’t think it ever will. Lately I’ve been thinking about how many seasons have passed without you. How there is an ache in my rib cage because a piece of it is missing. How I fear that nothing is protecting my heart, but then I remember it’s just a phantom pain. I wish luck knew me because I’d treat it well, but I don’t think it exists around here. This place fights back and I know the game all too well. I can taste the blood before the world hits me in the face. I see crop circles forming in the bottom of a glass before the last sip and remember how my father used to tell me to say a prayer, not a wish. But, I’ll wish for the seasons to slow down. I’ll wish for my memories to be less tragic and remember why my rib cage aches in the first place. I’ll keep wishing for pennies to flip over. -AMT©️