subtlety

You say I don’t give enough but you just haven’t learned

how to listen to the unspoken

when you hold me close and I don’t run

that’s a sign I want you to stay

stick around past the sighs and you’ll find

that I have nightmares, too

and the same lump in my throat and broken heart you seem to carry around inside.

can’t you see we’re one and the same?

won’t you give this love a chance?

destination: love

maybe I’ll never get to see
all the places my feet wish to wander through
maybe the oceans and plains I dream of visiting
will remain a mystery to my eyes
a vision only in my mind
but perhaps his two arms will become my world
and the scent on his neck home
it’s possible that his embrace
can become the safe place
I never thought I’d find again
and that life is enough of an adventure
if lived by his side
with a lot of love
and a side of laughter.

Bananas, Oranges, Milk and Bread

we remember
the to-do lists left unchecked
to pay the cable bill and call
the waiter for the check
then,
laundry
food shopping,
bananas
oranges
milk
bread

feed the cat.

Don’t forget to call mom back.

The mind is kind as
it gives the heart a rest
and occupies itself
with menial tasks.

bananas
oranges
milk and bread

but perhaps I’m still there
hiding beneath all his pending to-do’s.

What type of warrior are you?

Another dagger in the heart

You’d think by now that 

I’d have learned how 

to use my shield,

how to wield my sword…

Guess I’m just not

the type of warrior 

who fights off love. 

Flight

We’re smaller than ants
in the grand scheme of things
and yet.
here we are, pretending we
have forever to enjoy another sunset,
still wishing for the days we had
when there’s still so much ahead.

When the future comes knocking, answer it.

There’s nothing left in the past
for you to keep now.

Let it go.

Trust that love will come again
just like it did then.