All that remains of him is me...
Immortalized with less significance
Than I am due
Not even this sheet of paper
Can say "I love you"...
He didn't; now he can't
And I am left knowing,
He never intended too...
Thursday, July 28, 2011
Tuesday, July 26, 2011
The Dilemma
The diamond...
it glistens in the display case
much like the twinkle in her wishful eyes
A single tear disrupts--intrudes on
the beauty of this moment
I watch her feelings as they watch me
in breathless anticipation of a commitment
that will never come--
I don't love her.
There is no reciprocity;
only a baby
And that's not enough
I know she can't see it,
but parenthood can't make "us" happy
So villainy, that's the cloak and dagger ascribed to me
cause I can't move beyond
watching her feelings, watching me...
it glistens in the display case
much like the twinkle in her wishful eyes
A single tear disrupts--intrudes on
the beauty of this moment
I watch her feelings as they watch me
in breathless anticipation of a commitment
that will never come--
I don't love her.
There is no reciprocity;
only a baby
And that's not enough
I know she can't see it,
but parenthood can't make "us" happy
So villainy, that's the cloak and dagger ascribed to me
cause I can't move beyond
watching her feelings, watching me...
New Mommy Blues
Dewdrops enveloped by sun
Dance like lightening bugs
It's morning...
But I'm done
Spent
Depleted
Tired at the beginning of now
Exhausted by all things "new"
Ready for the end of the day
Dawn creeps...again
Like little boys and friendly girls
In heat
Heavy lids can't conceal weary eyes
That wildly roll--fade to black
On the inside of the dome
It's not ecstasy, still deprevation
Feels euphoric
When stuck on sleepless
Everything runs together
Time seamlessly passes
Afternoons come and evenings go
All I remember though, are birds chirping
Light forever peeping through my window
As the world lays at rest
I am tortured--tormented by the day
It's always morning...
I'm always mourning...
Worn by the start
that no longer seems to stop
Dance like lightening bugs
It's morning...
But I'm done
Spent
Depleted
Tired at the beginning of now
Exhausted by all things "new"
Ready for the end of the day
Dawn creeps...again
Like little boys and friendly girls
In heat
Heavy lids can't conceal weary eyes
That wildly roll--fade to black
On the inside of the dome
It's not ecstasy, still deprevation
Feels euphoric
When stuck on sleepless
Everything runs together
Time seamlessly passes
Afternoons come and evenings go
All I remember though, are birds chirping
Light forever peeping through my window
As the world lays at rest
I am tortured--tormented by the day
It's always morning...
I'm always mourning...
Worn by the start
that no longer seems to stop
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