Not every thing that needs be said is spoken,
Not every past that’s gone is dead, or broken,
Not every way we choose works out the same,
Not every love we lose was ours
To claim
Tag: Love and Loss
shadows, shadows
shadows, shadows in the snow
of the life he used to know
ere the sun came up one day
burning his old life away
shadows, shadows everywhere
of a life of love and care
ere the night of pain and grief
robbed him of his love
belief
To share is human:
Sans Serif
I wrote my love a letter,
Then threw the thing away,
The corn has gotten very high,
There’s not much more to say
I did not use the proper font,
It didn’t bear inspection —
And this cornfield is all that’s left
Of my heart’s
Resurrection
To share is human:
Snapshot: Her Evening
How she spends an evening —
Her landlord’s kids have strewn the walk with toys;
She smiles as she steps around a trike.
She hears within a laughing, running noise,
The joy of children to the childlike:
And after some brief play, she’s off to hike
The longish stairs that lead her to her room.
She flips a switch to chase away the gloom
That never really leaves nor really stays
(Except when tears unbidden come at night)
But she is cheerful on the worst of days.
She pauses by the mirror at her sight
(The wind has blown today – her hair’s a fright)
But soon downstairs she goes to talk and eat,
Before she makes her evening’s long retreat.
Up in her room, she thinks of what she’ll write.
Ideas she has, like waves or grains of sand —
She’ll work on three or four of them tonight,
Then stop to listen to a favorite band
Remembering, at once, his darkened hand
And that he is no longer by her side:
The man who played the groom to her young bride.
The house is quiet, all the kids in bed;
The night is still and peaceful in the main:
And love has never died within her head,
Nor been defeated by the throbbing pain
Of heart so full, it cannot all retain —
But still, the graceful night enfolds its own,
And love surrounds her, even when alone
To share is human:
The Dancing Snowflakes
The dancing snowflakes
Fall the way they always did —
But he is gone, he’s gone,
And all the magic
Seemed to go with him;
The magic
Seemed to go
With all the wonder
The day is white and glows,
The air is cold,
It’s cold and bracing —
But he is gone, he’s gone,
And all the breathing air
Seems wrong,
The air itself
Seemed to go
With him
And in a year, I’ll call,
And she will say
That she is well;
It’s not a lie –
But it’s not true, as well —
For he is gone, he’s gone,
And part of her is gone
The part that’s
Always with him
To share is human:
Never
Why won’t you ever show yourself?
She asks, at their low tide —
Why don’t you ever let me see
The man you are inside?
Why must you hide yourself from me?
There must be someone there —
Someone who has real feelings
Who can cry, or who can care
She pauses, and looks straight at him —
To give him time to fill
The silence up with words; alas —
He never
Never
Will
To share is human:
Imperfect Love (A True Story)
Imperfect love was perfect for them.
He recalls their wedding day —
Radiant in joy and sunshine,
Always, in his mind, that way
Never in a hundred lifetimes
Could he ever have foreseen
That she would be taken from him;
Left to celebrate and keen
For a ghost he longs for nightly,
Loneliest of earthly men;
Dreaming of imperfect love that
He will never find
Again
