I fell in love 
again later in life 
and it caught me 
by surprise it wasn’t 
anyone who I’d expected 
I spent so much 
of my life loving 
others that I never 
gave myself a chance 
to simply love one 
that one is me

Me pebble 
once stone 
before rock
and part
of mountain 
like sliver 
once plank
before limb
and part
of tree
shaped carved
whittled down 
becoming less
yet more 
for those 
things unseen 
are frequently 
most irritating 

Interesting this reflection 
lacking of reference 
and refinement refusing 
could it be 
had it been 
as I stare
into the abyss 
that my life 
has slowly become 
an erotic erosion 
started by tiny
trickles of desire 
and ending here
in this pool
of blank despair 
so where’d they
go all these
that when this 
were never that

Snippets here 
bits there
crackles and 
pops on 
some line
that leads
to nowhere 
gauzy half
veiled memories 
dusty things
what I’ve 
come to 
imagine Heaven 
is like 
when trying 
to remember 
life here 
now gone 
and of
little use 
such are
the shadows 
of love 

It’s always easier 
to look back 
and connect dots
than it ever 
is to look 
forward and see
the path in 
other words had
you never been 
there then you’d
never be here