Pilot Light

the flame at my core
this passion for you
sometimes flickered, sizzled and sparked

yet grew all the more
as flames tend to do
and lit up the limitless dark

you left me quite sore
(red dwindled to blue)
internally burning my heart

but blue flames endure
they burn slow and true
and wait to reignite, restart


Written: May 5, 2017
Emphasis on the “ig” when pronouncing the word “reignite”.

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The Largest Lie

no love lasts forever
that’s the largest lie there is
though you feel it in your…
it’s just oxytocin bliss

just can’t quite remember
oh, so long ago, that kiss
you wanted nothing more
no one else’s love, just his

but time jumped—there to here
now he’s someone you don’t miss
no love lasts forever
that’s the largest lie there is


Written: 5-4-2017 at 1:00am

Adrift

though it’s hard to look forward
when headlong against the wind
with the past trailing behind

make the most of this breeze
as time ticks—tack toward clearer skies
for the gales never cease

and remember:
without resistance
we float without aim


Written: Before it was too late

Modern Love

I’ll never forget
your green eyes
your lips
the epitome of red

outside
in a comfortable chilliness
with a backdrop of stone

your cigarette
I asked for a drag
you reluctantly shared

a few smiles
out of place

the awkward hug
you kissed my cheek
at least
I think you did

I’ll never forget
how you told me (via text)
that I never apologized

in the same fashion (via text)
that I had apologized

but back to your eyes

they’re lovely


Written: January 26, 2017

Cloudscapes

at least I get to see you
in the cloudscapes of my dreams

and it may as well be real
’til my eyes the sunshine beams

our one way conversation
on my blog you’ll never read

keeps me sanguine and serene
while I sit and sip my tea

still by my side—as I walk
past the arboretum trees

you join me in reflection
questioning my sanity

though your warmth is hard to find
as I drift down sleep’s sweet stream

at least I’ll get to see you
in the cloudscapes of my dreams


Written: January 13, 2017
Have I gone too far? Am I too far gone?

Civility

this is the hand
that use to hold her
this is the hand
that once felt her warmth

though I’ve still got my grip
I’m feeling more stripped
of my dignity
than ever before

this is the hand
that use to hold her
this is the hand
that lost this cold war

as my soul starts to rip
we shake hands (not fists)
with civility
why, what else? of course


Written: In those dark days between Christmas and the new year, 2016