Connected

Connected

Love is temporary
leaving you
with bittersweet
memories.

A taste
of what
forever
means

Keep you
in the album
of great lessons
learned

like
the sanctity of
sharing bodies

how it feels
when souls
intertwine

the comfort
of being loved
all the time

we danced
without music
following
the rhythm
of our hearts

decorating an
over sized Christmas
tree with an abundance
of ornaments we would
only see.

how to be bold
in believing
in your dreams

what it feels
like to have
unwavering support

And that fate
cuts the ties
unraveling destiny
mistakes to
not be repeated
when I see you
next lifetime.

Gone

Gone

Once a solitary Sanctuary 

My own space

Place

And escape from

The world,

Became what I dreaded

Most. 

Alone alone alone 

In my own splendor 

A haven of laughter and friends 

Free

To do what I pleased

No one needing from me. 

Independent to a fault. 

But hearts get lonely 

And search. 

Warming up

At the glimpse

Of a new face

Opening the door 

To a new version 

Of home. 

Welcoming kisses

In bed warm

With the one 

You adore. 

Playing house 

And the idea of

What it’s like to be 

A spouse. 

Making dinner

And baked goods

The secret ingredient 

Was always 

love.

Dreaming 

Creating fantasies 

Of what we hoped

Would one day become reality.

But we were 

Struggles and hard times

Casualties 

Using every

Quarter 

Nickel

Penny

Dime

Thinking of get rich 

Quick schemes. 

Thinking creative 

To survive a

Scarcity 

Of money.

a prison made

Of insecurities 

And hauntings

Of romances past

Yells Reverberating 

Off the walls. 

Saturated with screams

Succumbing To

the worst version 

Of selves,

Picture perfect 

Is never what it seems.

Wanting to runaway 

Fearing 

Foreseeing 

The fork in the road way

Divided 

Left like

The summer wind. 

The phantom of memory 

Now a permanent resident.

Purging 

Us 

From our 

Humble abode. 

Only choice 

To leave

And close 

The door

With no return. 

Teacher

Teacher

Leaves droop down

Before it rains

First lesson before

We were friends.

Learning a new code

Of how to live

Helping me to grow wings.

Now understanding the Moon

its cycles and

how it affects an attitude.

Voice etched with Honesty,

describing how music defines

the Universe.

Practicing to love

Without it being

Reciprocated

Giving every

Inch

Minute

And

ounce of my soul

Fulfilled with the

deepest love

I’ve ever known.

illustrated how I was

a natural stone cold

beauty

professing, you are

perfect to me

an angel in disguise.

But Became wise

to see

Past the game

And its lies.

disciplined

In keeping secrets

Mastering how to

Face disappointment

Again

And

Again

Concealing what I felt

Choking on unspoken

Repetitive thoughts

Never heard

Come to me

He said and said

We deceived

Were each other’s pet peeves

But had moments of serenity

Spirits connected and at ease

Holding on to hope

Trying to desperately believe

That we were meant to be

Not just

Push

pull

Gifted me a

vital lesson.

Walk away

from anyone that

Won’t let the mind rest

Feel your best

Makes you take bullets

To the chest

Depressed because your

Voice is oppressed

Only calls to see you

undressed

Has you stressed from

The incessant staring

Of another woman’s breasts

Makes you forget that

You are blessed.

Break the cycle

pass the test.

Final Dance

Final Dance

Deadly tango as

Lovers and friends

Avoiding every turn

Reality was ignored

Red balloon popped

China cabinet shatter

Salty breeze kissing

Grass blades hello

One more kiss

lips I’ll miss

sweet temptation

can’t seem to resist

Tangled arms, legs

Straight to bed

Spinning sheets

Generating heat

instinct’s compass

Spinning, intuition

Setting a torch

In Truth’s direction

death to fantasies.

The beginning of

Reality.  Opening

A new dawn’s door.