myriad, her names
we joined together fiercely
the many of her
and the almost one of me
and manifold was our grief
Tag: Love and Loss
red leaves.
head rests on red leaves
venom drawn out by the fall
pain, turned to beauty
with eyes closed, she still feels it
in red leaves, love lives on yet
To share is human:
Supposed to Be
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
To share is human:
The Olive Table
You tried to tell me many times;
I know that now —
‘Twas just so much inveigling
To me
Why you kept on, I wasn’t sure;
I did my thing —
I’d made my choice, and I’d be fine –
You’d see
And while at nights you worried, I
Was unconcerned;
I squandered my own life, you
Knew the cost
The olive table, where you sit, is
Teeming now —
For you are there, and I am
Here, and lost
The voice that I deflected, heard annoyed,
Is gone. There’s just the morning birds
And void
To share is human:
Timeline
we met,
we loved,
you went away
it all came back again today —
the love
i fear
that’s meant to stay
(and i would not true love betray)
we met,
we loved,
what more to say?
like waves that roll in on the bay,
the chambers of
my future thoughts
are filled with
you & you &
yesterday
To share is human:
Why Do You Mourn?
Why do you mourn, my rueful friend,
And sit there, bleary-eyed?
We’re all alive and moving here —
It’s only hope that died —
Why do you boil with your tears
That fall so straight and true?
And why do you long for one who doesn’t
Long at all for you?
To share is human:
A Certain Kind of Trouble
The kind of trouble that she was
I’d never known in all my days;
But found in new and countless ways
That trouble is as trouble does
Entrancing in her loveliness,
And seemingly so soft and sweet:
I found her virtue truly fleet,
For she, at heart, was pitiless
Our troubles take a certain shape.
I sought, from her, a higher ground:
But when I breathed her in, I found
A trouble I could not
Escape
To share is human:
Love Spasm The Fifth
She was a lovely person
Friends with my friend’s fiancee;
They travelled down from Baltimore
To spend the holiday
I had just got a kitten
From the local shelter’s care;
When they came by to visit
I became, well, quite aware
How pretty and how funny and
How interesting she seemed;
And as she watched the kitten play
Her laughing visage beamed
We spent two weeks together
Mostly her, the cat, and me —
Agreeing we would correspond
And see what we could be
But letters, calls and flowers
Couldn’t bridge us o’er the span
Of distance in a romance that
Had barely yet began
But she was honest, forthright
And it ended gracefully;
She, so soon then married —
Still alone
My cat
And me
To share is human:
Love Spasm The Fourth – Postscript
He asked me was it serious
I said I didn’t know;
But I needed to talk to her
Before I had to go
She lived just down the way
I met her just outside her place:
The breeze was blowing, as
She brushed the hair back from her face
I said, “Last night was wonderful.”
She said, “Yes, it was nice.”
The wind was flowing frigid
As my heart turned into ice
And I realized I’d been thinking that
This girl might be the one —
When she merely passing time
Inconsequential
Fun
