#vss365 “chunk”

I used to think it was a tiny bit. You know, big enough to notice but not enough to bother.

But now it stings, like a widening gap. The tiny bit is now a big chunk where you stole the best parts and left me empty.

Ash

I write it down on paper, where we went, what we did, how we laughed.

Then I toss it in the fire, hoping the flame can erase what my mind cannot.

Better than my wildest dreams

I can tell by the way the sun trickles through the dogwood branches to shine on your face, this is going to be home.

My, it’s been awhile

I have no idea how many of you still frequent what used to be our favorite hang out spots here on the lovely ol’ WordPress. Please do drop a comment if you remember those times. I truly would love to hear from you and catch up.

So much has changed in the last couple of years. The biggest being that I stopped writing.

And that needs to be fixed.

I’m looking forward to immersing myself back into this community.

You have been sorely missed.

J

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None

You can cut off both my hands

And I’d still be able to count

How many times you give a damn

Fine Line

I borrowed my dad’s tool set because it looked cooler than the ones we had in class. I turned each screw as hard as I could and swung the door panel a million and half times to make sure it was loose enough to open but tight enough that no baby birds would fall out. I painted it robin egg blue and posted it proudly in our backyard. It didn’t take long for the bluebirds to find it and for me to become fascinated with their homemaking progress. Twigs turned to nests, nests to eggs, eggs to waiting impatiently for squeaky mouths to feed. But it turned out that I didn’t have to wait long because the neighborhood boys came along and threw every last one against a tree for sport.

And that was the day I learned the difference between love and apathy.

Apparition (a two-liner)

You appear when I’m not looking

And now I cannot look away

Scrapbook #9

You and I haven’t spoken out loud in a while

We haven’t touched

Haven’t danced

Or mused

 

So when I enter the room

Glance your way

Come closer

Reach…

 

The pleasure nearly sends me crumbling to the floor

 

Changes

You wait your whole life

To finally be that lucky one

And every time you think it might happen

It doesn’t.

 

And then one day,

In a year called 2017

It comes out of no where

And you’re sort of just stunned.

Oh fox…

My heart hurts

Knowing your smile is more of a frown

I don’t like one bit

Our timezones flipped upsidedown

A poem for me

Well, you’re quite good at gestures

By now we have a whole collection

Tokens of friendship treasures

You leave a note here

And I’ll leave a note there

Timing is always off

And never is it fair

But the affection is still great

Never shall is wane

No matter whatever else

We will always be the same.