"Thoughts that breathe, and words that burn."
He lost her long ago, he thinks,
And she was lovely, soft and sweet —
But somewhere there, amid the drinks,
She left and said, “I won’t repeat
This stupid hope I have that you
Will love me like you used to do.”
“It’s true,” he thinks, “that came to pass,”
Then pours himself another
Glass
He walked beside the frozen lake
Remembering when she was here,
The days of love and happiness
That gave way to the night of fear,
And loneliness, and jealousy,
With all their ruination —
And yet, it’s like she’s back again
Just seeing this
Location
it was a day, a memory,
a hoped-for thing that wasn’t sought,
i’d never known your secret want,
but i knew i really shouldn’t ought
the sky was gray and cold outside,
the moments hung, depending —
but inside, all was warm and wrong
when you and i
were blending
if I could bring the moments back,
the pictures frozen there in time,
we would be laughing in the snow
that now falls only in my mind.
for you were lovelier than all
this cold and wintered heart has known;
and i can see, unfaltering,
the love and grace that lately shone
from out of your once smiling face.
enthusiasm pure and clear
in moments that i treasure now
that you have gone
and i’m still here
This is a prompted post.
the wash that happens in the wake
of passions leading to mistake
will fast define the way we see
ourselves, within our misery
but do not view yourself as such,
though others use that portal —
for human is as human does,
and we are merely
mortal
You touched me soft beneath the cool
and weightless sky,
And love, you were intent on my
deliverance —
But locked inside this sometimes fool,
a lonely guy
Was reaching for a reason why:
ambivalence
Was all I knew, or’d ever known —
Insanity —
You touched me soft, but I missed out
for vanity
those thoughts we think but never say
like darkness on the edge of day;
till grief comes knocking on our door
and leaves us lonely, sick and poor
in seasons of our reticence,
mid symbols laced with sorrow —
todays we spend in timeless rue,
because we sold
tomorrow
