Memories of you prance around in my head.
I don’t understand how you could play so many roles and be one person.
I am confused.
You were contrary- intentionally.
I remember great moments and horrible encounters with you.
It doesn’t really matter.
I loved you just the same whom ever you were at any given moment.
You were my whole world, and that was a mistake I should have learned upon Mom’s dying.
I didn’t learn then, but I am now. It doesn’t sting so much anymore.
Because pain is the price we pay when we love someone.
The corners are softer than they used to be.
The memories are stark, clear in my mind, but fuzzy around the edges in my soul.
I think we took turns as Narcissist and Empath until I finally left the scene, and you left the storyline.
You pare an entity who ears souls and minds. My Avenger skills are no match for one who devours worlds. My whole world…
You were Hawkeye and I struggled and fought you to the death.
I am Black Widow.
When your best poem is lost forever
And, your dreams feel like now or never
Is God there?
My God is there.
When your heart is closed and fully broken
When your love’s memory is just a token
Is God there
My God is there
When your Mom is gone when you really need her
And, your best friends are two furry creatures.
My God is there when the tears are pouring
When I want this life to end.
He is there when, after, and during.
He holds me in the palm of his hand
When I am unsure and doubting, He holds me again
When it seems like there’s no good reason
When despair lasts season after season
God is there
My God is there.
I can pull, bend, or
fold this day. Contort the hours
in mighty ways. Yet
still I loathe it. I
want silence all around me,
too. Can’t share in haikus.
Let’s play a game. I’ll
slide it in. Yes, it’s a sin.
You don’t cry. I’ll lie.
Ice cold Corona
in hand, sun hitting hard on
boat and me: twenties
Water, 2000 sunblock,
sun and gravity stuff slides
down, two greys breed: fifties
(Not that I would know yet 😉)
Change your ATTITUDE!
Everyone says it’s all in
my head. Could be right!
Small pieces of crap,
Snag belongings as I nap
Seem a small mishap.
Your Sorry holds no weight.
I can’t control your gnarled fate.
Not the Judge just weight.
Stood with elegance,
Smelled like cow fodder. Dazzled
by sugar cubes. Free.
Hit hard hack; panic
attack. Take me away. Blue
Isle vaca. TODAY!
My truth to cutting for you?
If 1 in 3; you?