I tend to
Build new relationships
On the shoulders
Of old ones
As though my
Love is a
Seven layer cake
With the sweetest
Filling at the
Bottom not because
It’s the best
Just the first
Upon which all
Others are measured
I tend to
Build new relationships
On the shoulders
Of old ones
As though my
Love is a
Seven layer cake
With the sweetest
Filling at the
Bottom not because
It’s the best
Just the first
Upon which all
Others are measured
Sitting alone and
Listening to music
When one of
Our songs plays
And from deep
In my stomach
The sobs bubble
To the surface
Because I know
You don’t remember
These our songs
Because I fear
By now you
Barely remember me
I spoke to
God again this
Time crying He
Whispered to me
Son the absence
Of love is
Pain and the
Absence of pain
Is love it’s
Impossible to know
One without the
Other that is
Why I made
It that way
To remind you
Cherish everything always
Yes even pain
For from it
Springs the other
This sky is
One large lounging
Gray tabby sitting
On the Appalachian
Mountains windowsill absorbing
All the sun
Preventing any of
It to warm
Any of us
Shoo cat shoo
Bring us that
Cold winter sunshine
Days are shorter
Like furloughs during
The war time
Winter trees stand
Naked outside my
Window charcoal fingers
Playing puppet shadows
Against cold gray
December skies that
Hover like parents
Over home work
Never really moving
Nary a breeze
All is still
But me seeing
And you breathing
Here beside me