Tell Me Again

Tell me again of all the days to come,
Of how you’ll be my partner through it all.
My eyes aren’t working right, my hands are numb;
The story’s at an end, here, in this hall,
And I am left with dreams I’ve held so long
That letting go of them, though right, seems wrong.

Tell me again you’ll never, never change;
Tell me the lies I must have longed to hear.
There are announcements, but the voice seems strange,
As down the passageway you disappear,
And I am left to grief and to despair —
Another feeling you and I won’t share.

Instead, I guess, I’ll tell myself again:
I made what-never-was what-should-have-been

Red and Green

I married I married an Irish girl
With red red hair and a Celtic name
I traveled I traveled from sea to sea
By bold love to proclaim

I hallowed I hallowed recalescence
The iron the iron it cooled so fast
And left my old heart my gray heart no pretense
And little that would last

She left me she left me one Autumn day
The Irish lass with the red red hair
And the dearg glas cailín from far away
Left with the Samhain air
 


 

(“Red and Green” – 11-22-2014)

Morning Thought #2

Everything in life’s a contest,
Winning’s all, and nothing more:
Love and honor, truth and beauty,
All lie bleeding on the floor

Let’s get trophies, let’s be winners
In all things, without remorse;
Everything in life’s a contest:
Traffic, shopping, love, divorce

Spotty Memories

Pizza and Beer

We finished a rehearsal
One warm and muggy night;
A bunch of us decided
To meet up for a bite

So we had beer and pizza –
Which was a nice repast –
And I was chatting with a red-haired
Woman from the cast —

I asked her out to my place:
Just a fancy, nothing forced –
And then we’re getting married.
And then getting divorced.

The whole things started simply;
In six years, we were through —
It’s possible in telling this
I missed a point or two

For now although it’s foggy
Two things do stand out clear:
What ended up in sadness
Did start with too much beer.

Relationships and choices –
The whim of moments gone —
Just memories that fade away
Like hangovers
At dawn

Supposed to Be

Between what is and what should have been.

The way that it’s supposed to be,
We’d be out there together;
We’d watch watch her grow concurrently,
Then loose her from the tether that is us.

That’s “we”, not “me” and “you”:
A family’s what we had,
But now, that’s all a memory,
That went from good to bad —

You took my hand and I took yours.
We loved behind these folding doors
We’ve folded up and stored away –
For there’s nothing to hide now

I see you in our daughter’s eyes:
I do not think you realize
That she still holds out hope for us
That you have smashed to pieces —

The way that it’s supposed to be
I’m here for you, you’re here for me;
But there’s no “here” where we can meet,
Your smash-and-grab job’s quite complete

You lost respect for me and so

There’s nowhere left for love to go

No ground left to find empathy

The way that it’s

Supposed

To

Be

Unemployment, Divorce & Hubris

His marriage wasn’t what he was about.

When she left him, he didn’t care too much:
His marriage wasn’t what he was about.
Instead, there was his working life. And such
Was all the weight he placed there, beyond doubt.

But then he got laid off out of the blue,
And found himself detached, alone, uncheered:
For suddenly, the purpose that he knew
And lived for all his life – had disappeared.

And he thought back to her, not for her faults,
But for the way he looked at her lost state;
He’d called her lazy, treating wounds with salts —
Not knowing how Injustice leads to Fate.

What he placed in the oven, then, to bake?
A meal of which he’s now must needs partake