Ghosts
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.
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
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