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.
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.
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.
I can tell by the way the sun trickles through the dogwood branches to shine on your face, this is going to be home.
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
You can cut off both my hands
And I’d still be able to count
How many times you give a damn
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.
You appear when I’m not looking
And now I cannot look away
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
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.
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.