Sunday, September 22, 2019

At the end of the day

At the end of the day there is only one place I want to be.
Home and in your company replaying  our day.
Sharing that dinner I cooked and didn't burn.
Getting sleepy reading in that chair wrapped in each other.
That lamp that reminds me of you sits on the table nearby.
It shines a soft golden glow mellow as the mood.
We slowly disentangle  joints a bit stiff but it's ok.
Off to bed we stumble forgetting we're not 16 any more.

At the end of the day this is where I find you.
In my Slumber in my Dreams.

Friday, September 20, 2019

Poring my heart out

Poring my heart out to you is easy.
What's not easy is what I cannot write.
Do I not want to  be that open book with you.
Why do I hide feelings still why am I still afraid.

Writing from my heart is easy wide open.
Still I keep words in check dont slip out.
Dont let him see my need dont over step.
Does he understand, that I know I do.

Poring my heart out to you is easy.
Take it all in drink it up , savor it, digest it.
Know full well I choose never to lie.
Things not said will find their out.

Tuesday, September 17, 2019

The Last

Why is it I want so many of my last to be with you.
It may sound a bit morbid  but not to me.
The thoughts ,the endless list in my head.
Every moment imagined in my mind.
Every second willed to existence with you.

The last to call me beautiful even now.
When in truth you were truly the first.
The last to see the true goodness in me.
The last to make me so dam angry.
When again in truth you are the first.

I want you to be the last to make me cry.
Tears of every shade full of emotion.
I want you to be the last to make me smile.
With your wise unpredictable self.
The last who sees me as his equal.

I crave so many lasts with you.
So many scenarios I can feel them.
In truth you have been so many  firsts.
Guess it would be hard to make you my last.
That would you make you my always instead.

Tuesday, September 10, 2019

Argument

I'm sitting here arguing  with your picture.
I'm yelling at you in my head loudly.
What I feel what I dont want you to know.
I'm directing this all to you in a silent voice.

I'm sitting here tired after a busy day.
Feeling the sad part of this again.
It goes away and I feel ok more often.
But it likes to surprise me every now and then.

I'm sitting here letting your image have it.
What my voice would say if you were near.
I would sit back and watch your reaction.
Would your mouth gape open at my words?

I'm sitting here pretending I forgive you.
Looking into your eyes seeing you understand.
I'm sitting here not blaming you I can't.
I'm sitting here loving you any way I can.

Sunday, September 1, 2019

Real

Things  in my life are so real they scare me.
The people places and things that are my days.
The emotions good and bad up or down in or out.
Expressions of faith of love of hope of beliefs.

Thoughts  poring out my soul endlessly.
Be strong be wise where I need it the most.
Believe what I now know is truly real.
Keeping it close and quiet in my heart.

Nightmares  and cherished dreams come true.
Contradictions everywhere but thats life.
Be in the now be in the past nothing changes.
Yearning for the real what ever that may be.

Be scared be brave be aware be in awe of it all.
My life has foretold much that I did not see.
My heart leads me my faith grounds me.
My hope frees me my love heals me.

Maestro once again
TQM

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