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.

Wildfire

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