Tag Archive: missing


The People We Were

I miss the way we used to talk all the time
About nothing in particular
Just our daily lives

All those years ago I guess I was blind
To the comfort it brought
I now wish I could find

I miss our days that went of script
Those mini adventures
That went downhill quick

Before we got bogged down with the pressures of age
When our days were ours
And the nights would fade

I miss our club and it’s almost daily meetings
The 6 bottles of wine
That often saw us sleeping

The youngest old wives the world has ever known
Wherever we were
That place could be home

I miss all these things but the memories I hold
Of the people we were
And the stories now told

For no matter my age or who I may miss
I know they’re still there
To help me reminisce

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A Heart Made From Hole’s

If you didn’t leave you couldn’t come back
But still the hole begins to open
That for a blissful time was full

Individual spaces only given to a select few
Can be what holds a heart together
Or the very reason it sometimes hurts

In times past feeling loss was simply lost
What should be missed pushed down deep
But somehow without the pain of separation

Maybe the lesson so long to be learned
Is a heart that’s whole lacks strength
But hearts made from holes beat forever

 

My Butterfly

 

They’re other people words
Or the stories they write
Yet louder than any siren
They intrude on my life

I hear their thoughts
And what I see is you
I wish they were mine
I wish they were new

What I can pen
Never seems to compare
Always lacking that feeling
Missing that dare

So I listen and imagine
And from there I yet try
To pen the words that I hear
When stolen by my butterfly

 

Missing you

For those moments that now will pass

Without you smile without your spark

I wish words back that once were said

To remain in silence locked in my head

For once freed they could not be ignored

To live as we were to live as we should

An invisible line forever now drawn

Between us in present the past now gone

Though as then they still hold true

Those words of love those words that flew

But maybe contained in an ignorant bliss

I would be saved the pain of what I now miss

Camino

I see the sun’s rays form a shell of yellow
And in distant dreams it’s a light I still follow
Along rough-hewn paths and village streets
To age old mountains and spectacular peaks
With nothing more than a comforting weight
Of known destination and a sense of fate
For days at a time simply lost in a walk
That for chance would be no more than a thought
As dreams slip away a shell can still be seen
A reminder on my wall that shell will forever be