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
Tag: Regrets
Common Thoughts #17 – Disappointing Others
If I could,
I’d make it right —
But I’m afraid
I’d make it wronger first
To share is human:
The Ghosts of Memory
The night is full of ghosts, but not
The kind that you can see;
It is the sound of your regrets,
The ghosts of memory
The sounds of laughter, once, that your
Desire turned to tears;
The crying that turned angry, as
You dirtied with the years
And sullied everything, with all
Your selfishness and pride;
You close and lock the doors, but you
Cannot keep them outside
For everything you’ve ever done
Is there on your account:
And though asserting innocence,
There’s really no amount
Of justifying you can do,
When you are faced with ghosts
Who know the truth about you, and
See through your idle boasts
And straight to who you really are,
Alone there, with your shame:
There’s no one left to argue with,
And one left
To blame
To share is human:
A Distilled Moment
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
To share is human:
Beside the Frozen Lake
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
To share is human:
the wash that happens in the wake
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
To share is human:
You touched me soft…
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
To share is human:
todays / we sold
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
To share is human:
A Place to Launch
Another phase, another type of platform,
A place to launch, a time to say goodbye;
A thousand things we meant to do, but didn’t,
The Fir-tree and The Catcher In The Rye
The literary lessons learned in losing,
The hopes of soaring ‘neath a brand new sky —
Another phase, another type of platform,
A place to launch, a time to say
Goodbye
