Trust that's kept in friendship Can give birth to joy; This we learn from every side As a girl or boy We learn of betrayal's sting -- And attendant ruing -- Whether it is done to us Or we do The doing

Trust that's kept in friendship Can give birth to joy; This we learn from every side As a girl or boy We learn of betrayal's sting -- And attendant ruing -- Whether it is done to us Or we do The doing
She lost her friend, her long-best-friend -- She had spent years beside her -- The world seems ever-heavy now, And quieter But look, the sea is listening, And maybe there's yet more: In loving happy memories, And wind along The shore
Years ago
I knew this girl
With a beautiful face and
A beautiful heart
And I didn’t fall in love with her
Nor did I date her
Just in case readers of this blog
Might have started to think
That never happened to me
As a matter of fact, she is now around 50
Like I am
And she’s still beautiful
And we’re still friends
Truthfully, I am still friends with
Virtually all of my
Ex-girlfriends
Mis-dates
Even my ex-wife
Possibly because
None of them know about this blog
I would hope, however, they would approve
Of the models I choose to represent them
In the stock photos I use on these pieces
Anyway, this girl
Looked like the model in the picture above
And she was always cold
Even during Florida summers
And last year, online
As we exchanged pleasantries
She told me that
She had a cat years ago
That she named after me
Because he was so bizarre
And I kind of liked that
They each dreamed so large
But could be
Friend small together
I’ve heard that men and women can’t be friends,
Because attraction’s just too strong a feeling —
But what we think and do are different things:
Not everyone who shops will end up
Stealing
o let that one day not go past
that she should once more sorrowed be;
o please, if i could take that weight,
provide to her self-clemency —
i would. the heart that knows no law
believes: it reaches out in pain
to touch in healing whom it loves,
and tries to soothe in all times and
in vain
her regrets, like the ocean
in their immensity and constant turmoil
surrounded both of us –
far too real to be ignored
because i loved her,
i left her ocean undisturbed;
because i love her,
i offer only my
acceptance
we who live
live with imperfect knowledge;
we cannot know outcomes
there we sat,
surrounded by the ocean;
here i sit now,
surrounded by my own thoughts
my friend:
i do love you.
and love,
like stars that hover
high above any ocean,
does not change the water,
but give us –
if only for a time –
something else
to look at
It was a perfect winter day,
When you and I went out to play;
For you were eight, and I was ten,
And everything made sense.
But ten years later, there we stood,
Upon the edge of something good,
A something somewhere out of reach,
A past and present tense —
It is a perfect autumn day,
With little more that I can say:
I heard you’d gone away, and thought
This world is too
Immense
You’re talented and beautiful
In every way I know —
It hurts my heart down to my bones
To see you suffer so.
I know that you’re not happy, and
I see you, daily, lost:
And if I could remove the pain,
I’d gladly bear the cost,
Whatever cost that it might take.
I’d fly to any star —
I wish that you were happy, but
Things are just
What they are