Poem 99

” i “ ican hear the words,promises madeto me from you. ican see your unfailing effortbeyond mistakesof your everyday. ican smell the fragrantbouquets of flowersyou freshly picked. ican taste the bittersweetof your dailygood mornings and good nights. i love you.Basically. since © 2017

Poem 89

Conversations Talking leads to thinking and we question until we’re back at square one. It was about the events that transpired, what could have been or why it happened. We all tried to understand. Me. Him. Her. Them. There was a lot to say and little said. I said, who I am is more important …

not a poem, but a poem

Untitled. it is pay-backtime,time in which the days were good,of remembering the fun,the laughter we shared,caffeine we used to downtogether,all yours nowand where I am left alone,a string of insecuritesaccompany my solace. it used to bethat I could say it allthrough words,hands entwined,eyes interlockedduring days of ‘reality’,not endless dreamsor being forever awake. I’m returning it …

Poem 82

The Day You Return He waits at the edge of his seat, turns his head whenever the door creaks open and jolts up when the light flickers on. His life is at a pause for until the day you return but you’ve moved on years ago to a guy only a smile away, who knows the …