291.

A gulf stands between
dreams and my ability
to have them realized.

290.

He keeps mouthing all
the promises I cannot
afford to believe.

289.

The fragility
of our lives too often lost
in pointless morass.

288.

I feel so very
alone, as each tongue offered
in response highlights.

287.

How can I want so
much to erase her heartbreak
when my own shatters?

286.

Another empty
"accomplishment" passes as
purpose still eludes.

285.

Each time our eyes meet,
that mouth trembles at me and
my stilted heart breaks.