Tuesday, June 30, 2020
The Stranger Turned To Me
and saw you in the park, and asked you
who you were waiting for
and you turned and as you turned
we found ourselves at our wedding
and I turned to you to say,
and you turned to me and we were in a house
with pictures of us on the walls and I turned to you
and you said
"Who are you?" and I said
"Who am I? Who are you and what's going on-"
and you turned to me and our children
ran past us and the girl held onto my legs, laughing
and you turned to me and
my back began to ache and I caught the reflection of myself
in the mirror and my hair was starting to grey and I
turned to you and you had tears in your eyes
and you said, "Stop, please, stop," and I held your hand
and said, "I'm sorry, this isn't me, I'm not doing this -" and you
turned to me, at our boy's graduation and rested your head
against my shoulder and said, "How is this happening?" and I could not answer
but your head felt good against my shoulder, even if
it was my mother's funeral and I
turned to you in the empty house while we waited for one of them to call
and said, "If I had known, I would never have-" and you turned to me
as I turned to you
as you turned to me in the hospital bed, holding my hand
holding your hand, you turned to me and I turned to you
and I bent my head down and kissed you
and kissed you
and kissed you
for what will always feel
like the first time
and I turned to you.
Written by Me at 7:15 AM 5 comments
Tuesday, April 21, 2020
The Time We Are Tested
If you’re scared, I am scared with you.
If you need hope, I hope with you.
And I am everyone. And you are everyone. And we are all everyone we can be, in the moments we are given, in this time that we are tested.
Written by Me at 7:07 AM 1 comments
Monday, February 10, 2020
The Poem In The Water
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Tuesday, January 21, 2020
The Starlit Hotel
(I didn’t want to be good, I just wanted to be here.)
So you touch the star that only you can touch and cause the fuss that only you can cause.
(I am making things that don’t need to be made, to be sold to people that don’t need to be sold anything, anymore.)
And If you hold me I swear, I won’t shake too bad, I’ll try and be a little more calm.
(But I’m burning inside, just like the sky.)
What’s good, isn’t great, and who are you pretending to miss tonight?
(There’s no one and nothing left to cry about, so why don’t you go ahead and cry a little more about yourself.)
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Thursday, January 9, 2020
The Other Side Of The Mirror
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