He’s asking today for the tangible ghosts, The fungible fog, the tradable mist — He’s wading today through the rippling bog, Aflame with the thoughts of the lips he once kissed — But all of his fancies go drifting away, Like the clouds in his beer when the whiskey pours through: He’s longing today for … Continue reading "Tangible Ghosts"
it was a day, a memory, a hoped-for thing that wasn’t sought, i’d never known your secret want, but 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
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 … Continue reading "Accepting"
her regrets, like the ocean in their immensity and constant turmoil surrounded both of us – far too real to be ignored because i loved her, i left her ocean undisturbed; because i love her, i offer only my acceptance we who live live with imperfect knowledge; we cannot know outcomes there we sat, surrounded … Continue reading "regrets, like the ocean"
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 … Continue reading "if i could bring the moments back"
The hallowing of hollowing, A process I know well: I filled myself with nothingness, And grew too proud to tell – I thought my sorrows justified The moments that I stole; But then, the truth intruded on What was left of my soul — I know the emptiness I’ve lived, I feel the keening lack … Continue reading "The Hallowing of Hollowing"
Regret has a way of staying with you.
The holidays they never took surround her in the night; The many reasons that she found to not do what was right – The beach they never walked on, with its still unopened shells, That she must see alone, For he’s now there with Someone else
wave never ridden, a dream that comes back, calling – why didn’t you come? heard, the sound of summer lost, felt, the sting of years let go