And yes often
A pot unstirred
Boils over ignored
And left unattended
That’s when you
Realize that it’s
Your fault to
Have started something
Before you were
Ready to give
It your attention
Now a mess
To clean up
Rather than enjoy
Category: Friendship
Change
And then it
Came the blame
Not so much
A bark but
A quiet whimper
Almost like fall
Winds rustling through
The dried leaves
We had become
Ownership of over
And finally done
So unlike the
Blaze that decimated
Each of us
At the beginning
Time for winter
Now to heal
And await spring
FirstAndLast
There are two
Things that I
Hate most of
All the first
Kiss and the
Last the first
Because it’s never
As good as
Expected and the
Last because it’s
Never ever as
Good as the
Very first one
Sandcastles
And just then
After the digging
And pailing and
Sculpting and dreaming
And building and
Coveting an unforeseen
Storm rolls in
And as much
You protect and
Scoop and try
To keep what
Was yours you
Suddenly realize that
It never was
That you were
Just borrowing it
For a time
GoneLost (for boo and bean)
Sitting here today
I’m present to
Lost and found
Something lost can
Be found again
But by then
It’s too late
Either you’ve discovered
A replacement or
You’ve learned to
Do without it
Keep important things
Close to you
Because once they’re
Gone they are
Gone for good
