By The Waters of Loneliness

It’s cold out here but worse inside.
And I have got no answers –
I hurt for you, my love, my pride,
But I have got no answers.

Still —

I wish I was a healer who
Could mend relationships, and do
A magic spell to patch our past
And you and I would soon outlast
The couples passing by, who’d see
Our open suitability
For long-time love, and long-held dreams –
That wouldn’t end in heartbreak.

But here its cold, the sun’s gone down,
And I have got no answers –
No questioner nearby is found,
And still I’ve got no answers.

Yet —

I wish I could bring back the days
And nights when you and I would say
That everything we’d ever need
Or want, our covenant and creed
We’d find in one another; where
The starlight meets the cool fresh air
Our love would last, and never die,
And wouldn’t end in heartache.

But cold and lonely flows the sea
The spray kicks up and covers me
And I have got no answers


 

(“By The Waters of Loneliness” – 12-4-2013)

About what was…

Flawed —
That’s a word we use when we’ve carelessly destroyed things.
We empty our emotional shelves, and
Clean out the closet of our memories,
But carefully retain our excuses, because
Those are the ultimate image filter.

And one more time, it’s about what was:
And the next what-is that’s about to become what-was —

But that’s what happens when you’re “flawed”:
You strip the beds down,
You strip the house down,
But you sure as hell
Aren’t stripping yourself down

Callused

You’ve done this now so many times
She does not feel the pain;
Her skin’s grown tough and hardened
Where you’ve scraped it raw again

It’s not the fact you disappoint,
For much worse now is true;
She’s come to think that everyone
Is just as bad
As you

balanced

there was a tension always there
and both of them could feel it;
they did the motions, every day,
but neither could conceal it —

for now the thing is at their door,
the truth that needs admitting —
and what’s so finely balanced as
two hearts that feel

like quitting

it was supposed to matter

when first we came into this room,
the “we should’s” and the “right here’s” flew;
then time came by, and laughed her laugh,
and went her way before we knew
how little of her we could get
before the shadow long hopes hid:
it was supposed to matter, but
it doesn’t and
it never

did

Common Stories – 1

Once, they fed each other cake,
Now, all of that seems surreal —
Once, they felt each other’s hearts,
Now, they each can barely feel

Anything for one another:
Anything but pain and grief —
Once they dreamed of one forever,
Wow. Forever turned out to be

 
Brief

Countertops

Once it mattered, countertops,
We chose, we chose these countertops,
Back then we decorated, and
These choices, well, they mattered —

But all was so precarious:
Relationship, vicarious,
Just perched upon a countertop,
Until it tipped

And shattered