Sentimentalities have only brought me grief.
Wrong. But... it was once right.
Your cancer is my common cold.
Companionship has seldom soothed my lonliness.
Easy? Final goodbyes are anything but.
In but a fleeting moment, I caught a breath of the freshest air– a glimpse of a vibrant creation. Tragic its light was so brutally extinguished. With my own eyes, I saw it. Alas, this broken soul could not touch its warmth. These restraints held too strong. * From my poetry book Restless Reflections
Not even the memories seem real.
We cannot slow it down, the swift river flow, that passes through this town, like time. Its focus remains forward, no matter the weight of distractions we constantly toss into it. Sad that my years too flow through me, indifferently.
So good on the surface does the warmth feel as it beckons to the bloom. The perfect ruse. Entice the flower’s soul just enough to open it up, then choke it with an icy breath until it shrivels. Magnificent. *from my poetry book, Restless Reflections.