Secrets

i wish i knew what to say,

or rather,

how to say it…

i wish these long drawn-out

silences

were a little less one-sided

i wish it took less dramatic measures

to make a good-bye stick

to return things as they should have

always been

but, return,

could it ever?

be what we had before?

i wish i knew what that was…

was there ever a moment

when we were not an us?

it’s hard to recall

if either of us could peer

beyond the walls of forgiveness

we’d see the shattered

spirits

of our dying love unfold

fore when i find the words

we will finally know…

how deep the wounds of deceit

shall go

i wish we could have been more honest

especially with ourselves

fore if the words should never come

the truth shall still be known

regardless of the outcome,

i hope deep down you know…

i will always miss you

and what we had before

break me... again!

you’ve broken my heart

over and over again

i’ve let you

extending the fragments

of which remain in tact

to be shattered

ever more

by the persecutor

of my soul

i lay it out before you

come…

crush me

destroy me

make me fall apart

over and over again

i beg of you,

break my world apart!

your visit last night

you came to me

last eve

creeping through

the shadows of my dream

i felt your eyes

observing

my life unfolding

without you

and it was there

where your presence

was felt

that i came to know

i would always

have you

if only in my dreams.

The Chosen One

it was not i

who chose life

it was life

whom chose me

oft times

considered mundane

yet precious the gift at hand

i unwrap it

carefully, precise

seemingly careless at times

unfolding the corners

placing together the pieces

realizing it not to be a puzzle

but a portrait

of the brightest colors

darkened shadows

a kaleidoscope of fragments

adjustable, amendable

ever changing the angle of which

i hold it

it is a gift

handed down to me

a gift

meant to share

my dutiful obligation

to respect it

with objectified care.

Thawing

there is a chill that’s seeped

into my cells,

cold, still, numbing,

the days

immobile...

wondering how long,

it all must take

for passion and desire

once again to stake claim…
as rapidly as the freeze
seeped into my veins,

slowly, the coldness will lift

a vague memory

of another dreary winters day...

cultivating ambition

where otherwise, lie none

awaiting...

the freeze to thaw
and life...
to once again,
blossom.

Flip Side

on the flip side

it could always be worse

so I flip

and I flop

as a fish out of water

contented in knowing

it could always

be worse