What do I make of my poetry?

quill the sorrows within

or

the joys around me!

She left
memories of smiles and hearts tucked into a letter box
for you to open, days when you forget
who and what you truly are in this world
nights when dark starless skies
reign heavy upon you

She left
a message "know you are never alone"
stars and beams of radiant light
will fill your head and heart
streaming soothing music of violins
someone singing songs of love
feels the same, in any foreign language

Is it you, deep in lucid lands?
you've lost your heart and cannot  find
but for wandering fully awake
in realms of dream time

You make me smile.
Not at your silky hair,
Or your cherry lips,
Or your contagious laugh,
Or the way you speak.

You make me smile,
at nothing.
And that's the best kind of smile.

Ah, Nora.
I don't know why
I still think these thoughts.
It's been so many years.
Never mind the why of it,
I doubt even you could know.
How you could have taken such a part
of me.  Of us.  All of us.
It's the how that dogs me.
Those years when we were apart,
me busy trying to raise the boy,
you doing whatever it was you did;
those were unhappy years.  For me,
I can say.  For you, I can only think so.
O, Nora.  
It's been such a long time.
Now that the boy's all grown, almost,
what will be left of us?
When you came back, I didn't look
this far down the road.  Here we are.
What can I do?  What's done is done.
Forgiving's easy.  Forgetting, well...
not so.
Nora, Nora,
that time so long ago
that never should have been.

r ~ 5/24/14

ghosts believe people exist
like people believe God exists
like God believes people exist
like people believe ghosts exist
like ghosts believe people exist

If fate existed

How could you possibly fail
With deeds,
predetermined,
in life's tale.

That would not be your failure!

Look up,
You're able. Capable.
Time to turn the table.