I have things on
My mind deep things
Difficult to say things
Better thought about things
Rather than spoken things
Sometime things when somethings
Fail to meet hope
Types of things things
To keep to myself
Things things best protected
Lest they be trampled
Too like my love
Category: Creativity
Cleave
And with one quick
Blow my heart of
Which I was certain
Has been cleaved in
Half one side dying
And the other pumping
How does one say
Goodbye to one part
And hello to another
Even at my age
I sit and wonder
Even though this has
Happened before I still
Sit wondering not if
But when my one
Heart will be enough
For just eventually one
DoIDareGo
I find myself in
An odd place a
Place where my heart
Having long belonged to
Another road weary tired
Of trying to navigate
The ruts of relationship
And there in the
Distance a new person
Freshly paved and lit
A road absent of
Bumps and of potholes
It is odd this
Not the decision but
Of the idea of
Leaving behind what I
Know for something that
I know I don’t
Thaw
And then the thaw
Arrived upon the gutters
Of my winter home
The low warm sun
At first focusing upon
Icicles in the form
Of interest and laughter
Which caused a drip
Drip drip then streaks
Against the hearts windowpane
The chill of winter
Giving way to the
Promise of the spring
Of affection and touch
Of eyes and smiles
And the long forgotten
Warmth of a body
Waking up close to
Mine next to me
SoGoes
Over and over again
I am so reminded
That when I look
I never do find
But when I sit
Patiently waiting things come
Much like geese on
The pond when approached
They scatter and flee
But when left alone
They seek out me
So also goes love
