If I could
I'd take your smile
put it away until times weren't kind
I'd add it to the wink you left behind
That would carry me through most anything.

If I could
I'd preserve your kiss
Keep it safe until times of loneliness
Reminds me distance keeps you from me
I'd open the lid and let the touch
Carry me to you

can i tell you a secret?
some days, when the sky is its darkest hue
and the clouds are a light gray-blue
i write poetry.
it's all about you.

I have spent my worst days with you
I have spent my best days with you
Yet I live everyday, without you.

I burned out

cut ties
erased everything

we weren't friends
why are we pretending

you won't even notice
I'm leaving out the front door

starting to breathe

all our memories
moments we spent together

will feel so meaningless

not yet
not now

soon

Suffering from the commonest of poet’s laments,
I sit staring at an aggravatingly blank page.
I flip my pencil through my fingers, hoping it will break
And I will have to take the time to go and find a new one.

I can hear the subtle ticking of the clock and it annoys me.
I never hear it when ideas crowd my pen.
I turn the radio to Doo *** -
Maybe that will wake creative juices-
But I just end up singing with the Tenor.

I hit the Mac and try to see what others wrote
But that just makes me feel like I am hopeless
And who said I could be a poet anyway.
I know so little of the forms and rhymes.

It’s time to go and get the dinner going
Fame will have to wait another day.
I close the Mac and trundle to the kitchen
To see if I can manufacture poems in a sauce pan.
ljm

This is a powerful truth. I can honestly say that since meeting the woman in my life, she has inspired me to push my limits and scale the heights of my abilities.  She met me in the middle of what was one of the most trying seasons. She didn’t fix it for me, although she did lean in and help me by listening and proposing solutions. She put her arms around me and whispered in my ear that she believed in me. Her friendship and partnership have truly provided a covering for my heart and soul to heal and flourish. I’m grateful and lucky!!!

it's a game now

picking out our memories like poppy seeds -
that didn't sprout on time.

pulling feelings straight from my chest
onto the table under white light
with a shaking knife not willing to dissect

it's a movie that i can't look up the ending to

i feel the jostle of every plot twist
it's cinderella but no shoe fit

it's guessing and waiting and being wrong every time.

it's writing our names in hearts...
calling you mine
when you have no heart to name,
just two faces and lies

it's thinking this is forever
when never is looking more like the right time