having fresh lips near
makes the distance between us
disappear
as the pain of the end
dissolves
into the thrill of
new romance.
beginnings
A day in the Fall
clouds float by and dissipate
one into the other
almost bare branches
hold on to dead leaves
as if they have forgotten
the promise of Spring
change is necessary
I want to remind them
to reach out and shake off all those leaves
and watch them fall to the ground,
one by one kissing their final resting place
but I’m not Father Time
and it’s beyond my power to force transformation
on trees and people and my heart
if all are not ready yet
So I sit and watch clouds dissipate
one into the other
leaving a faint trace of themselves behind
before taking on a new shape and
embarking on a new path.
serendipity
making plans for breakfast after we’ve been lounging in bed for a few hours
kisses have been shared and fingertips have explored
earlobes and back of necks and the curve of the spine
we have discussed deal-breakers
almost as if to confirm to the other
how perfect it is for the two of us
to be together,
we have discussed how odd it is
for life to be made up of numerous
seemingly random choices and events,
what I suppose most people would call fate.
Then he gets out of bed and opens the blinds to let the light in
and I open the door and find in front of me
a brand new beginning.
endless possibilities
Maybe I’ll move to Mexico.
Maybe I’ll find myself
just to lose myself
and then find myself again.
Maybe this is the time to pursue destiny
and not stay stuck in the comfortable.
Maybe this is when I start a whole new chapter, or
maybe it’s an entire book.
Maybe endings are actually beginnings
and heartbreaks chances for healing.
Maybe I’m not walking away
but walking towards,
forward,
moving closer to happiness
than I’ve ever been.
Maybe mind can remind heart of reality
and maybe the only way to move on
is to move through it.
truth no. 25
everyone wants a fresh start-
we just don’t expect having to go through the
pain of the end in order to reach
a brand new beginning.
making the bed
you tug and measure
and approximate calculations
to get the stretchy part of the sheet
to fit over the mattress
just right.
the rest is easy.
automatic, even.
the hardest part
is always the start.
mélange
there have been so many endings.
even in my beginnings I find them
there-
hidden behind the meaning of his
still unsaid
words.
