Stream of Regret

She remembers them walking this way, so in love; but, as she’s sadly learned, meaningful feelings can be attached to meaningless relationships. For she meant nothing to him, and only the intensity of her own desire ever made her think he did.

Back to School

The modern vein of comedy
Shows back to school
As all about the parents —

And yet, as I recall,
It was (our could be)
Quite a trying time for kids.

It’s funny how
Perspective changes:
Though it never seems to leave ourselves —

But still, the lost and
Frightened ones
Will be expected to know what they don’t know.

But we will write
Encomiums
On how we braved the summer with our offspring

But maybe school’s
About them, and
Not us

Love Selflessly

Love selflessly and you will pay the price
  of what it is to give and not receive –
  the heart of flame, returned with touch of ice;
  a soul encumbered, longing to believe;
  the joy that is, at once, a call to grieve
  within the emptiness of letting go —
    but love is worth it, worth it, even so.

Love selflessly, and time will halt its course
  and lay upon your mind the universe;
  at every turn to press with so much force
  that feels a maledictive sort of curse –
  a swirling mist the heart cannot disperse
  that magnifies what we’d least like to show —
    but love is worth it, worth it, even so.

There’ll be an ebb, of course, with every flow:
  but love is worth it, worth it, even so.