Tuesday, October 26, 2010

Sometimes . . . we are happy. Sometimes there is sweetness like strawberry juice lingering on our lips. Sometimes we share and laugh. Sometimes we want the same things and are able to work together to achieve them.

Sometimes, late at night, after the passion, I want to lie with you and relish all that is sweet and lingering and harmonious between us. I want it to keep humming in the air around us - just for a little while.

I want to let go of all that has come before and be together just like this.


Tuesday, June 8, 2010

Maybe we should hold a funeral.

For the you who used to be

and the me that used to be.

We could dig a hole and toss in
what we've lost
what we grieve over
what we will never have.

and bury it


And then we could hold hands

place flowers on the past

and start again
I was so hurt and angry. Beyond hurt. Devastated. Crushed. The fragile shell, with which I had carefully walled off my heart, was decimated into a crushing smoking pile of rubble. Leaving it bleeding and tenuously beating.

I was in such torment that.....

I couldn't see your pain. Your agony.

I realized that if: anger = pain for me, the equation holds true for you.

or is it that pain is easier to deal with if it is transferred into an anger form.

either way. You have been excruciating for a long time. And....

I never once


I can get out the bandages and mortar and once again wall up my damaged heart

but you

is there any healing for you?

or does the agony - for you -

go on

and on

and on.