Love / Loving yourself
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I think he knows I’m alive, having come down
The three steps of the back porch
And given me a good once over. All afternoon
He’s been moving back and forth,
Gathering odd bits of walnut shells and twigs,
One wading a Fall meadow finds on all sides
The Queen Anne’s Lace lying like lilies
On water; it glides
So from the walker, it turns
Dry grass to a lake, as the slightest shade of you
The shirtless man by the ticket counter
has already broken the gloom here, his crowd
of two boys and the cashier with the Star of David
gathered around and mouthing astonishment
Dear Arieonna,
It’s 11:30 pm i’m writing to tell you
i'm sorry.
Sometimes I wish I had the ability to disappear
It's funny how everyone asks what's wrong but few tend to actually care. We as humans crave love, but love is rarely there. We question whats fair, when the pain we hold becomes to much to bare.
While I sit in the dark, I recognize this lady in black.
When I acknowledge her she stood up, but still in tears.
She stares at me in the dim room,
I see people walking all over this town
They aren't glum, they aren't feeling down
They have this glow about them something brand new
They are in love, they aren't feeling blue
