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

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. 

Repeat

Guitar shed

my tears

there’s none

left here

 

Ferris wheel 

love not 

enough, goes 

down 

 

 

Fool for you

Writing a poem

about the blues

questioning truth

 

What do I feel?

Rainbow of emotions

grenades at

each end

 

Trying to follow

a bread crumb

trail back

to clarity

 

 

Hoping to find

my sanity.

erase you

from memory

 

Pieces

Autumn leaves

Disconnecting

From mother seed

 

 

Drifting slowly away

Out of reach, destination

Protected and remote

 

 

Can’t do it anymore

Tugs at my heart rope

Loss of any hope

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.

Broken pieces

Reality born

Fool, I’m not the only one

Blinded chess player

 

 

Trust, jackhammer crushed

Instincts need to set

The rules

His loss, that I trust

 

 

 

 

 

Manifestations

Chest heavy, eyes puffed

Fake smiles

Symptoms of heart break