Hard(er)This

It’s hard 
this this
leaving you
early each
morning to
do day
morning has
now become
petulant requiring
my attention
and you
my patience
waiting until
I’m done

HolidayTime

Christmas is 
an odd
time for
you give
new and
decorate with
old Christmas
is I
guess just
like life
new brings
hope and
old brings
their happiness

Ornaments

Ornaments given 
memories received
all mine
hung somewhere
on someone
else’s tree
bringing peace
ornaments are
like little
crystal balls
conjuring up
dreams fantasies
and hope
for a
better world
they never
grow old
just those
who gaze
upon them
they do

IntoMorning

I slid
away quietly
and went
thinking alone
making coffee
I felt
two hands
slowly sliding
pulling me
back and
onto front
then kiss
then whisper
then turn
into morning

ThenWhen

And then 
when you
only then
when you
do I
for now
when you
do I
do too