MOVING OUT The books are packed, taken from the shelves where they have sat for years, their titles waking memories with their silent words. I’ve taken down paintings from the walls, and photographs of my children, their youthful skin from years ago now s...
I don't know when it started. This losing you. How did I miss it? Too busy. Too careless. Taking for granted the hard work of a relationship. The negotiations. The sacrifice. Once I held you in my arms and all your warmth and desires flowed through me and...
In the dark a black cat silhouetted by the moonFright night and gathering treats is coming soon Sparking memories in my mind of days pastSmiling to myself man that used to be a blast Dressing up in costume going door to doorCollecting goodies in a sack ne...
Cotton candy sky this morning,sailors need not take warning. Pastel heavens, blues and pinks.Start of a stunning day, me thinks. Sounds, smells of a carnival here,similes, within my mind appear. Whisking me back to earlier times.I reminisce, pleasant are...
I try to recall the last time I saw you but the memory is faint It used to be so easy to imagine your face, to envision your body Yes, it was so clear Something has changed not in you, but in me Your features fail Your shape disappears Driven by fantasy I...
This was the summer of 1963.A vacation of change for me. I just a boy of sixteen, young and earthy.She an older lady, much more worldly. Lessons taught were very real and sensual.Often dreamed but most incomprehensible. Showing me much more of life was at...
If only I knew then what I know now, I'd be a different manBut sometimes a man's emotions get in the way of things,of feelings,of making memories that will last a lifetime,Though every moment is not guaranteed to us.That is why we need to do what we canwi...
"My loneliness is filled with people," Kafka states. Loneliness once:Night times - the worst, amid winter darknessdays end in haste, day-ends prolong like childhood's gummy sweetsin the hands of street vendors, unkempt, unwashedlips not even touching the...
My place is filled with happy things, It’s where I keep thoughts and wishes. Norman Rockwell scenes and summer nights, A place I seek for the safety it brings. In my place all things are alive and well, Like Wally and Ward and June Cleaver, And they reall...
As the snow falls silently outside my window, I sit here dreaming of you. I miss the way you smiled at me when I would run off on a tangent, then forget what I was talking about. I miss how you would sit at my desk working intently as I lie on the bed and...
The twenty-ninth of April. Ten years since I last saw my dad. Ten years and two days since I last heard his voice and knew that he heard me when I told him I loved him. I have not been able to tell him that I got a 2:1 in my degree (he died the day before...
No signs of suffering could be seen Except the silence tied up with the spotless walls. The cubicle looked void of all memories, Glass doors seemed to have shut out all. The lonely medicated air was never willing To recall anything worth-remembering. He w...
On feet of cat silent at night, These thoughts of mine escape the light. Moments remembered of distant youth, Bliss and sadness entwined in truth. A boy so young and searching for love, Her eyes found his like a light from above. The days and nights he sp...
Where is this place where all my smiles have hidden? Where all my laughter is banished to a place forbidden. What is this loss I can’t quite name? Where all my days and nights look just the same. And what is this need that confuses me so? Wasn’t it her wh...
Hearts near through feelings shared, Voices silent but our minds held our hearts. For hours and hours we often stared, Hoping soon that our love would start. A love so pure and a bond so strong, We knew it was meant to be. But our love didn’t last so long...
