You were sitting in my father’s place at the kitchen table when I came up behind and snuck my arms around your shoulders. Judging by my mom’s sudden laughter at your shocked face, it must have been the first time you’d ever been held in such a way. And I hold you still.
I wake before time
Think, free gift of extra sleep
Then tiny voice, “mom?”
The wind came through, carrying ash
Much like you, last November
Choking but suddenly gone in a flash,
Leaving me with much to remember
Truth be told, I don’t think of the crash
That detail has settled to ember
So why do I fight and continue to thrash
Is it defiance at the thought of surrender?
Maybe it’s the need to always rehash
Which one of us left the other dismembered
Though we both may have acted in haste, a bit brash
Neither of us deserve to be ruled by ill temper
Regardless, in the end, it was me that did out lash
You may have started the fire, but I’m the one that yelled timber
A spur of the moment collaboration with my dearest blog pal Cameron
I want a fit for every facet
Give my heart for you to clasp it
Always locked, forever fastened
We’re more like a puzzle piece
Different partner for every crease
You fit one but leave behind threes
I can picture you here,
Play out a whole reel in my head
Of how you’d enter the room
And waltz right into my soul.
But none of it is as consuming
As when you finally arrive
And I look at that face
A pretty red ribbon,
An ever so luscious ruby red ribbon,
Floated by me
Rather by surprise.
I hastened to catch it
And promptly arranged it
Into a lock of plaited hair.
Then right as it was tucked and proper
A wind stirred up
A wind that tossed my hair all a muck
So that I lost that red ribbon,
That sweet beautiful ruby ribbon.
And never found it again.
I found you whimpering
In the forest all alone.
Your eyes spoke of suffering
And you cried a lost tone.
But your song was beautiful.
Who left you here?
How could they just walk away?
You’ve been taught to doubt and fear
No one, in the end, will stay.
But I’m not them.
Shy little fox, you deserve far better, see
Than all you’ve been sorely dealt.
Let me show you truest loyalty
Till it is fully known and felt.
It’s been almost a year since we last talked.
Not that I’ve been thinking about that fact every day,
Oh God no, ha!
No, I stopped thinking about you ages ago.
I’m only writing this because I thought you might drop me one of those ‘hey it’s been a year and I’ve missed you and hope you’re doing well and maybe you’ll see this and say hi’ kind of messages and I wanted to make sure to tell you…
My tongue has gathered dust,
My lips, crack and bleed.
If I could open this jammed up jaw,
I could finally scream.
I’m becoming increasingly frustrated
With being no where near satiated