girls don’t know all the
photographs
they leave in guys’ minds
girls don’t know all the
photographs
they leave in guys’ minds
And so, you have arrived. Look at you now.
You got the things you wanted, in the end —
But something isn’t right, you know. Somehow,
You thought there’d be a lover, or a friend,
To share in your success, to cheer you on:
But all the folks like that have up and gone.
It’s not your fault, my loving friend. I know
You blame yourself. But you are not to blame:
For life is full of randomness, and chance,
And shifting rules that switch around the game.
You have done well, and your heart should be glad;
And yet I find you lonely now, and sad —
But do not fear that you won’t find your way:
For lonely night gives way
To hopeful
Day
winter is that friend
we love, but
we hope doesn’t stay
appearance matters
more to us
than it likely should
reality, though
stays shrouded
and mysterious
so we project what
we think’s real
onto our pictures
confident in our
righteousness
and blind self-serving
the son of winter
shivers still
when the real cold comes
i’ve not known your tears,
but i know
that love will find you
in fey times,
magic doesn’t break —
it reforms
the snow dust swirling
as it will —
so hearts do, as well
blurred with tears
struggled for too long
left too soon