One twig
maybe root
can’t see
yet clutch
hoping that
feet find
solid ground
pull up
put over
finally lay
staring up
at clouds
oh aren’t
they pretty
Category: Cookie
This
Just this
after all
I said
nothing much
more anyway
then this
is what
you’ll get
after you’ve
given all
else away
Chicago
What I didn’t
lose I gave
away wanting nothing
to ever remind
me of what
was once everything
it is strange
now standing here
in this peace
eight long years
later being not
what I was
but what I
am and this
now this new
me will never
go back to
any of that
for that at
least to me
no longer exists
it is done
Damned
There is
a point
and I’ve
found mine
a place
of understanding
and unwillingness
be damned
this point
this place
go hand
in hand
where once
yours went
in mine
be damned
Hands
I remember your hands
as they held mine
I remember feeling them
sudsy and warm under
the tap as we
washed in the kitchen
I remember noticing them
wind their way through
my hair turning my
face towards your kiss
I remember your hands
slipping free from mine
that last and final
time that we parted
