Red flag raised

I pace.

It's not that hard, 

I tell myself

it's not that complicated.

Look at her,

this beautiful one-year-old

she is an amethyst, her soul

may be just mineral,

but the shortness 

of the life we lead

and the beauty 

of things we don't need

is what makes matter 

matter.

~ her breath was my answer

i had two things to say

honesty?
honesty.

— i want you
to know
that i deal
myself a new hand
from a deck
with some cards
— missing. you
don't see them
but i call them
— yours.
stare at
fate,
face
— tired of asking
where they went.
if there was a thief,
if there was another me,
— my love,
love lost.
but mostly
— i ask again
so we don't have
to play
with my incomplete
— ...

— every time?
— every time.

 

Hey, Look at the Cookie

I sat down slow.

Pencil in hand 

and

love on a platter,

and thought about how 

I may reach you

beyond, and deeper

than mere chatter,

convince you,

that the intricacies,

the struggle, the ache

you feel,

I feel,

is just as temporary

as full stomached satisfaction

and the hearts that melt in our hugs.

We're always turning 

our heads away

in the wrong direction,

looking ‘neath the flowers

at thorny torment,

glancing above the cookies

to see more space in the jar,

growing, to get over.

What sounds inside

takes me to task, asks,

with every silver lining

don't tell me

you don't see the clouds?

To which I say

I do,

but that isn't 

what the sky is about.

I wonder then,

that when I say,

the world is a tad sweeter

with you in it

and that you live 

in someone's smile 

and mine

will you believe it?

just for a short while,

that you're a gift

worth every dime

and life has wanted you 

and waited a long, 

long time to love you.