Tag: Love and Loss

The Song

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Just walking through a grocery store
And then he heard the song;
Somehow, it brought back everything
He’d buried for so long

They were so very young, and she
So beautiful and sweet;
The first time that he kissed her
He could hear his own heart beat

Why did he throw it all away?
How has his life been spent?
He loved her then, he loves her now –
He still recalls her scent —

But then, back in the grocery aisle
Her “kiss me,” fades away
And sixpence none the richer, he
Goes on
About
His day

 

(“The Song” – 1-7-2015)

Where and Why

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The lake lay stilling in the mist,
The morning of our youth and soul;
And in that moment staid, we kissed –
A love that marked our lost control –

The mist, the lake, they still are here,
As I grow old and dreams go dark:
But you’re beside a mountain fire
And none suspect the matriarch

Had once a different love than now,
Somewhere in heart’s compartments hid.
The world was misty then, and young –
And love was just a thing we felt
And did

Destin Beach, Florida

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The day was ending soft, the night had nearly come
I met you near the dunes, and put my arm
Around your shivering shoulders, as the breeze
Blew the autumn wind and slightly moved the sand

You, a matron now, whose children could not
Imagine as a girl, walked exceeding close to me
The smell of your perfume in every part of my
Being, and sparks coming off of your sweater

And as my hands moved through your hair
There by the darkening Gulf, we were

All that we could be

As the sky grew darker and larger

And we

Faded out of sight

That Day, The Sky

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That day, the sky was blue and we
Could feel the sun upon our skin,
The grass was white and emerald, and
There was no crowd, no rush, no din —

Out there, the earth was ours to hold,
And so we held on, soft and long —
That day, the sky, and you, and I
Were perfect right,

And perfect

 
Wrong

She broke last night.

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She broke last night.
The shattering was soft;
The aftermath was harder,
Though unseen –

And all that intellect can bring,
Was to but no avail;
There was no other’s touch
To contravene

The waves of sensate emptiness
Around her in that place:
The echoes of a missed
And present good —

The shadows seem to feel for her;
As do her friends – and cat –
She broke last night; but then
She knew she would

our tree

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we ran along the meadow,
and climbed up in our tree;
there’d never been two other friends
like you and me.

but we grew up and sideways,
and dreamed of other fields —
the friends and trees we leave behind
while each still yields

Accepting

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Accepting

She opened up a single empty box
That held her happy memories within,
And saw the mere projection of her hope
That had become more real than earthly him –

She sat out on the highway of remorse,
And stared out at the blue and distant sea;
Accepting, underneath the glaring sun,
The hope she’d held was just
Illusory

 

[The author of this blog would like to assure everyone that no photo models were harmed in the taking of the attached photo, I think. – Owen]

Reroutes (1)

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There was a time I meant to go
Another way. Another place
Was where I set out for, at first,
And though my long steps I retrace,
It’s hard to know where I went wrong,
A turn too early or too late —
But I guess where we’re destined for
Is really up
To fate.

And so I find myself aware
Of sloping hill and gleaming sea;
A world so different than the old
That seemed to mean so much to me,
It’s hard to know just what make
Of being free, yet being stuck —
But I guess how things come to be
Is really up
To luck.

I stand and watch the searching clouds
That move forever, restlessly;
I carry one old photograph
Of way back then, and you with me,
I bathe within the wonders here,
A type of yearning, walking trance —
But how or when our hearts move on
Is really up

To chance