You.
drive me insane
fill me with hope
tie me down with despair.
It doesn’t matter.
You’re just a ghost
a rosary around my neck
a name on the wind.
Gone.
Category: Stories
Those Steadfast Nights
Love
is given
without thought to self
It waits
throughout
those steadfast nights
Weathered
nay, tempered
by candlelight vigil
Strengthened by th’ dawn
spread o’er a thousand mornings
Three Years Ago Today…
Three years ago today,
you took my hand and led me down a path that was
bright and beautiful,
(as much as it was dark and excruciating)
And at the end of it you left me there
(broken and bleeding)confused,
left to follow the warrior’s adage
(left to death)
fingertips trailing
labyrinth
swaying
’round and ’round the bend.
Amalgamation
Penny for your thoughts
Amalgamated at the window
Nothing more than frost
Collected on the glass.
Penny for your musings
While you steal a hidden look.
Penny for your daydreams.
Do I sit across the table
Holding normal conversation?
Oh wait ~ only I you say?
More’s the pity then.
I Paused, Considering
Left, by the gate
was a rickety fence
holding in dandelions and daffodils
~forgotten things~
beneath the knee-high grasses
nodding absently
as the wind whispered secrets
men had long forgotten