Ever again 
I hardly 
think so 
forever again 
not likely 
because my
forever belongs 
to me 
and whatever 
forever I’d
ever given 
to another 
ended up 
being someone 
else’s doormat 

The bruise has 
all but disappeared 
the spot though 
is still tender 
as though whatever 
it was struck 
with such force 
that it was
felt cleanly through 
like a cut
without a wound 
I’m not sure 
if it’ll ever 
be the same 

So seldom 
tears come 
now that 
when rain
is forecast 
out I
do run
hoping to 
feel something 
other than 
the sun

With greedy little 
fingers people want 
they at first 
pause before impatience 
takes its grip 
snatching and pulling 
and if they 
don’t do that 
they lean back 
in rickety chairs 
waiting for others 
there’s no middle 
ground to this