Sitting here, thinking of you
Dusting off old memories
Steam wafts through the air from a fresh brew
Burning my inpatient tongue
Some mornings I feel fine
Others, hope and fear are at war
My breath is mixed with coffee and wine
I’m beginning to drown the pain
Your words still haunt me
Even when I bat them out of the park
My heart wants to be free
Why is your love locked away?
we entered in the room
soaked through our clothes
cold, early spring rain
fresh clothes on, wet ones into the dryer
as they tumbled in the heat
he fixed the fireplace
and even though my lips were pale blue,
my body shivering
I felt warm –
because of the fire and dry clothes
because of his love
he holds me close
hands rubbing feeling back into my skin
covering my shoulders with a thick blanket
I was warm
from head to heart
love is a tricky business
it wraps around your heart and makes you believe
sometimes in good things, sometimes in bad
love has its own agenda
shifting with every person it attaches to
You set up a twisted game.
How will I know the rules,
when you keep changing them?
I’ve been sucked into a black hole.
No way out.
I bang against the glass door.
You look straight through the door,
but also straight through me.
No way out.
I need help.
My throat feels raw from screaming your name.
You left and will never return.
How do I know this?
It’s the game we play,
over and over.
No way out.
Trapped in this madness.
He loved her more than she’ll ever begin to understand
She’s got grace in her heart that makes mountains fall for her
Her smile brightens his day far more than the sun or a million Christmas lights
Hearing her talk about her day fills him with more gratitude than if he won the lottery
She adds to his life better than puzzle pieces to each other
He loves when she think she’s alone and starts hearing her soft voice sing melodies to the air
He’ll never be able to tell her how much he loves her because how can you begin to explain love
Love runs deeper than just saying those three words
Love is a noun and a verb, how do you begin to express the feeling in your heart and also the feeling in your lungs
He loves her more than she’ll ever know
She loves him too, in different ways but the love they share beats any forth of July firework display
Fresh Autumn air wades in,
plaid blankets, scarves and flannels come out,
knitted sweaters bundle our bodies.
Time becomes more precious,
leaves turn golden before burning out,
the crisp crackle of fire fills the night life
and hands get warm with hot mugs of cocoa.
Sweet and spicy scents mingle in the air,
pumpkin and apple desserts on kitchen tables,
outside has cooled down while inside becomes warm.
She said “thank you”
He said “you’re welcome”
Neither of them said what for
It could have been for anything
But they both knew it was for everything