When we looked 
when we did 
at each other 
we saw opposites
it was only 
the stars that 
saw us reflected 
our suns and 
our rising signs 
were opposite other 
but our moon 
that orb of
love and relationships 
was the same 
and I guess 
is what drew
us always together 
and the others 
us always apart 

Boxes and bags
and things stored
on shelves closets 
and under beds
are gladly found 
holding such memories 
and each one 
a new fondness 
such are these
this time of
year when treasures 
go on display 
and awe in 
lights and sweet
delicate ornaments delight

To maintain 
oneself first 
maintain one’s 
outward environment 
chaos shows
in one’s
home long
before it’s 
admitted by 
one’s mind 

Just because something 
is new to
you doesn’t mean
you’re inventing it
there have been 
many who’ve come 
long before you 
who have walked 
the same route 
the only difference 
is the length 
some learn quickly 
while others deny
take your time 
there is nowhere 
to get to 
but right here 
where you are 
and accepting that 
should bring comfort 
clarity and joy 

Is nostalgia just 
a good time 
memory kinda thing 
and if so 
then what are
those called that 
don’t make the 
cut but keep 
on coming back
and why is 
memory so selective 
and my mind
so very selfish 
when my vulnerable 
heart only wishes 
to forever forget