Finally a minute to breathe and I find you gone
So much noise to sift through
Too many choices
I’m sorry I’m so weak
I couldn’t tear my eyes away
The ugliness drew me in
I was listless and lost
The phantom sensations and tastes were magic
No thought was necessary
Only feeling
A whole day wasted
When it could have been with you
Drink in Today
I struggled to keep my arms by my side
instead of wrapped around you
Tried not to imagine your taste
as you talked
Had to look anywhere
but in your eyes
I’ve imagined a thousand ways
to pass the hours
And each chance with you seems new
even when I feel old
My body is tired
but my mind is wide awake
All else fades for the moments we take
we share and we resign to what will be
I don’t know who will leave
or who will stay
whether I can be enough
I’m just going to drink in today
Resonant
bereft
I never left
absurd
how the scene clings
even with eyes closed
shut tight
bright fireworks
behind my eyelids
shadows dancing beneath
my heart
beats
the music
climbs
reaching
not quite there
but not here
anymore
please
I can do this
wait
but a moment will not be wasted
you’re gone
already
I’m torn
between
shadows and flashes of light
hands clenched
bracing
for the blows
that never stop coming
even later
when it’s quiet
the music
the light
keeps me awake
Tempest
the tempest overflows the teacup
so much energy spills from you to me
on my own I thought I was full
but was empty except for the shell I could see
cruel the waves of passion
they crash, hurling you into rock
I can’t see for the tears streaming
scraped raw with secrets you’ve unlocked
winds swirling
dreams torn
feelings swept away
suspended in wonder
when the tide ebbs and my breathing slows
the sky’s dimmed to a greyish brown
I can feel my feet touch the ground again
but I’m too afraid to look down
down is up in this tempest
and I can’t get my bearings
tossed til there’s no more feeling
so I let go of what I learned
tempests can’t be contained
I can’t control my heart
seas and storms and memories
will calm when we’re finally apart
“Mark Me”
Bored with torment, smiling at tears
She wants to feel something, anything
“Mark me!” she cries.
Welcoming any sensation taking her out of her head.
He wants to care for her, be there for her
He can’t grasp her meaning
“Show me!” she pleads.
Wanting to see any picture of comfort, contentment.
They climb toward some peak, straining
Neither understanding but hoping
“Hold me!” she sighs.
Knowing there’s hope in acceptance.
The Word Rummager 