Wanted to let go,
there was no place left to grow.
She asked me to know.
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Monthly Archives: November 2022
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Ache
Posted at 9:58 pm , on November 30, 2022
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Letters to You
Posted at 11:45 am , on November 30, 2022
I used to write you letters
a way to stay connected.
I often would fantasize
how you might receive them today.
I might hear you discount them.
I still hold onto memory
and wish you might do the same.
I don’t know why I hold on
something inside tells me to
in fact, it doesn’t just speak it,
begs it, pleads it, carries on.
I used to write you letters
I didn’t send them all to you.
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Wake Me
Posted at 8:29 pm , on November 29, 2022
Oh to know your voice
hear it quiet all the noise
please give me a choice
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Sitting in a room of blue
Posted at 8:17 pm , on November 29, 2022
I’m sitting alone tonight,
lamps are turned blue,
perhaps the outside world
thinks it a state of mind.
As my music plays
I suppose it is.
I’m listening to music
echo through the room,
reminding me of yesterday,
speculating sunrise.
If I could travel
where the music takes me,
I might be perhaps transported
to that place we all wonder,
I’d have to wait no longer.
Yet the sky tonight is the same,
a quiet twilight
with a crescent moon.
I’ve told her that before,
I wish I knew
if when she might glance
her windows could paint the same
landscape as the dream,
the fantasy,
the constant reminder
that I am alone,
in this sea of blue.
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I Wanted To Cry
Posted at 8:04 pm , on November 29, 2022
I’m the romantic type
she would tell
gracing my cheek
with a slender hand
her fingertips
teasing my lips
talking about fantasy.
We traveled together
in journeys
quiet escapes,
with no particular destination
except perhaps, her eyes.
I wanted to cry
when she went away,
I told her to stop returning,
and I regret she never did.
I wanted to cry,
she taught me love,
the innocence of pain,
and the comfort of our tears.
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A Quiet Sorrow
Posted at 7:50 pm , on November 29, 2022
I know I’ve said it before,
she would always task me with more,
it became a burden to her,
it became a love for me.
I’d want only her sympathy,
and love would follow then,
for the days I know now,
travel in tandem with misery.
I sometimes am able to smile,
to know those moments were true,
if only I might have one more dance
that mystery and beauty in your eyes.
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Lonely Day
Posted at 12:07 pm , on November 29, 2022
I feel lonely today,
soft snow outside
gives us winter.
I remember romantic walksunder light posts,
holding hands
feeling the beauty of a snow,
reminders, a delicate season
our lives could be in the moment.
Gone were the harsh reminders of winter.
The gales of uncertainty
they would bury our hopes
until the spring season.
I remember
love and spirit
that would contain
the mystique of winter,
take a breath, a slow inhale
to release my tension
in an exhale and
appreciate the beauty of
If the human condition.
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Lost Moment
Posted at 11:52 pm , on November 27, 2022
Only stood alone
losing all of that I own
quiet in my tone.
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Morning Peace
Posted at 9:57 am , on November 27, 2022
Hot coffee in hand
A life asks little demand
Love is my command
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I Still Do
Posted at 6:10 pm , on November 26, 2022
I go about my day,
waiting for the letter,
that will never come my way.
I still think about you,
wonder about your well being,
I still do.
I always wish there might be a solution,
and then I wonder,
is it for me,
or always for you,
I do wish the best
of course
for you
always,
when it rains,
when the sun shines,
I wake to the reality,
you haven’t let me know
and yet,
I still …
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