Photographs

Do I keep

All these photographs

Watching them age

As surely as

You will do

Or discard them

Without a trace

Haunting me instead

In memoried dreams

Do I touch

Your papered face

Retracing where once

My fingers danced

Peering into eyes

That once I

Watched fall asleep

Do I remember

Your giggling laughter

Like far off

Melodies being played

Or let you

Go like fall

Into the winter

Isn’t the purpose

Of keeping things

To use them

Then why should

I keep you

Around it’s simple

Just because I

Lost you doesn’t

Mean that I

Will lose you

ReallyTruly

Spoke to God

Again He offered

Three simple words

Let him go

But I replied

Won’t I ache

Replying He said

Do you really

Think that love

Is simply happiness

For if you

Do my son

Next you shall

Learn what love

Really truly is

LittleLives

The hardest part

Of camping isn’t

Pitching the tent

It’s taking it

Down for with

It goes joyful

Wilderness and starry

Skies and back

You go living

In little boxes

There is something

To be said

For freedom clear

Of constraints and

Limits I shall

Remember our moonlit

Nights the fire

All our dreams

As we return

To our tidy

Simple little lives

Fire

True love never

Dies it’s repurposed

Into something else

It’s not fallen

By strong winds

Or drown by

Rain it changes

Going from giddiness

To the iciness

Of being alone

But I do

Know that while

Flames of lust

Ignite the passions

What keeps life

Alive are embers

We will sit

And warm each

Other again soon

At arms length

And no closer

Neither of us

Sparking and igniting

OnceAgain (to Me)

In this darkness

I wonder loss

Pretty things gone

Living in Hell

But still living

Not condemned or

Damned in silence

Ahead I spy

A new world

Filled with joy

Wonderments and miracles

Laughter and kisses

The sweet kisses

Of new-found love

To explore map

Typography of ribs

And hollowed cheeks

To peer into

The deep pools

Of someone’s eyes

And knowing certainly

I’m at home

Again once again