Remembering Hurts

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Remembering Hurts


I remember .
As surely as the sun shines
I remember.
I remember trusting.
I remember loving.
I remember being loved,
and sadly, I remember the rejection.
I remember being happy.
I remember sunshine.
I remember feeling calm,
and I also remember covering my head
to escape the pain.
Remembering one hurt
cancels a dozen good memories.
Why is it so?
Why do we have to hurt?


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Second Chances

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We passed each other
a long time ago,
and neither noticed
or cared.
We passed by again,
but this time
something sparked.
Your eyes sought mine
and we both
seemed to know.



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DON'T GO

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DON’T GO



Don’t go.
Please.
Stay with me.
I don’t want to be alone.
And I’ll be alone
unless you’re with me.
You make me whole,
as if I’ve always been
just part of me
until you.
I need you here
because you hear what I say,
and you don’t judge.
I feel like I can be
exactly who I am,
good or bad,
and you are you,
my strength in hard times,
my playmate in the good,
never questioning.
So stay.
And hold me,
breathe on my neck
as you brush your lips there.
Lie with me
so I can sleep.
You are my anchor.

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BELONGING HERE

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BELONGING HERE



I lie with my head on your chest
and listen to your heart beat.
Steadily, strongly.
It comforts me.
Just being here,
close to you,
and feeling your warmth
gives me peace.
I breath deeply,
savoring your scent,
the scent that means home
and safe.
I belong here.


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Buck Up, Buttercup!

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I live alone.
I like it that way.
I’m free to come and go,
to sleep in or rise with the sun.
I can wear my jammies all day long,
or go to get the mail with no bra.
I don’t have to wear makeup if I choose,
and if I fart, the dogs don’t go “Eeuuwww!”
I can eat what I want, when I want,
and if I don’t shower, there’s no one to care.
I like my life.
It suits me.

Occasionally,
just occasionally,
there is something that changes it.
Like now.
Sometimes being alone kinda sucks.
Like now.
When I want someone to be there
to share something big,
to laugh with me over a silly mistake.
I'd like someone who makes it more fun,
who knows me well enough to just get me.
You know, someone to put arms around me
and just let me cry,
to tell me it will be OK,
even when we neither know that,
not for a fact.

Sometimes I’m simply scared.
Like now.
Sometimes I’m just lonely.
Like now.
Sometimes I just wish someone loved me unconditionally,
enough to overlook my insecurities,
to not care about my irrationalities,
to love me for me.
Like now.

But I don’t.
And my life will go on,
without question, it will.
And I tell myself,
often,
“Buck up, Buttercup!”
And I do.

I’ll be OK.
I like living alone, and this is just part of it.
This will pass.
I’ll be back to myself soon,
watching a sunrise in my jammies,
no makeup or bra,
and I’ll fart when I want to!
So there, buttercup!
I like my life!

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Caught Off Guard

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Together

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Together


Hold my hand.

I don’t care what lies beyond.

Hold my hand,

and nothing will matter.

Look into my eyes.

Don’t look away.

Really look, deeply.

Can you see the promise

that I’m beside you?

Now and tomorrow.

Match my step. 

We’ve a long way to go.

Together we can do 

anything.


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Calm

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Calm
I love the feeling.

It’s the greatest feeling of all.

Calm.

There is a quiet that surrounds me,

interrupted only by the sound of the wind

as it shivers through the pines,

needles brushing

and releasing their scent

and carrying it as far as it can.

It soothes me,

and brings to that calm.

And my heart

knows

peace.


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Hope

Awakening

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I Just Want Love

I want love in my life.
I’m not unhappy
and not even lonely,
and I don’t need it.
But I do want it.
I miss having a companion in life,
the kind that understands without words
at times.
The kind of person who is there
when I want to share
a special day
or a sad moment.
A heart that understands when to advise
and when to be silent.
I want love.
That’s all,
just love.
Is that too much?

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How Unexpected!

How Unexpected!



You were really unexpected.
Unexpected when you appeared,
out of the blue,
a surprise suddenly just there at my elbow.
A good surprise,
one that was welcome from the moment we connected.

I didn’t expect what was between us to grow.
Acquaintances passing in a moment of life,
that’s what I thought.
We passed each other in that way many times before,
So what would make this one different?
Nothing, I thought.
So the lingering,
the deepening,
that was unexpected.

I was cool.
I didn’t expect much.
I would not have thought you and I
Might be something,
become something,
together.

It wasn’t what I thought would happen
when you said this
and inferred that.
I kept thinking, No, he’s not serious.
But you kept saying
and doing,
and I found myself moving closer,
risking more,
without understanding how I could let myself be this vulnerable.
Never again, I’d said before.
Never again.
But here I am.

Unexpectedly, I’m finding myself
moving out of that old, long established
comfort zone.
The comfort zone I built
to protect myself,
the one with shut down feelings and distance
to be safe.

And unexpectedly, I find
I’m comfortable!

Rain

Love is Work

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Love is Work

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Growing Old Together

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Growing Old Together





I used to picture the two of us,
walking together and holding hands,
slowly,
no reason to rush,
savoring each moment
of the sweetness of aging comfortably,
like the older couples in the TV ads.

Once I thought we had all the time in the world,
to smell rain in the spring,
and to see the colors of summer blossoms,
and hear the rustling of autumn’s leaves under foot
as we walked those walks together.

In winter, we would sit by the fireplace
and watch our grandchildren
as they trimmed the tree
or played games on the table by the window,
and we’d all watch the snow fall together,
feeling snug inside with the warmth.

But now it seems that those were just dreams.
Our hearts have grown apart.
We don’t hold hands anymore,
and although we walk,
the walks are to get somewhere,
not to savor.
Love doesn’t always mellow,
sweet with the years.
Sometimes it fades
like the ink of old, old love letters,
tucked away and forgotten,
never read,
and cold.



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Never

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NEVER

Never hesitate.
I’m just saying.

When you have a chance,
take it,
fly over the moon,
kiss the blarney stone or the frog,
and grab the shooting star.

It may not work out,
but that doesn’t matter.
What matters is the possibility
to to soar.

It may never come your way again.

Never hesitate.
Never.


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Blue

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I Wonder

The Crescent Moon

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THE CRESCENT MOON


The night is cool,
and the sky is very dark.
The crescent moon rests in the sky,
forming a cradle of light.
I’ve watched it a while,
soothed by the peace of it all,
and in my mind
I see you there,
nestled in the curve of the moon
safe and secure,
just as you are in my heart.
Sleep, my dear one,
lulled by the song I sing in my head
and warmed by the blanket of love
I’ve tucked around you.
I love the moon,
and I love you.


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LIVING LIFE

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LIVING LIFE


Sometimes I feel I’m standing still.
Life seems to be hanging by a thread,
still and quiet,
nothing moving.
I see no change,
no progress.
nothing.
But much like the turning of the Earth,
our lives move on without our noticing.
Each rotation of the Earth
brings new things,
new life,
new something,
to each of us.
but sometimes we don’t even notice.
So it is with my life.
Every day is full of fresh new somethings,
if I just look.
Moving on with life is good,
if we look
and listen
and smell
and feel
and live life.
Moving on with life is good.

Just not if we sleep through it.




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