Posts Tagged With: Love

BE BRAVE

I wonder what you’re running from

always choosing to do the most wonderful things

alone

when it doesn’t have to be that way

Is there just no room for someone else?

Or you make no room?

You long for the closeness of another person

yet you continue to push me away

You rush through these days as if they will never run out

and you spend your time hoping for better things to come

the whole while . . . you’re spinning right past it all

Are you afraid? Because that I can understand.

But fear follows us, so beware.

And be brave.

Or you will miss out on all the good stuff.

Categories: Poetry, Romance/Dating | Tags: , , , , | 16 Comments

SOMEWHERE IN TIME

It’s a cool crisp autumn night as we lay in the meadow, side by side, both of us looking up at the stars.

I want to close my eyes and absorb this moment, but I’m afraid I’ll awaken to find this a dream and him no longer here. This time I’ll have to dream with my eyes wide open.

I hear his breathing and feel his heart beating next to mine, through the ground, I muse. I have fallen asleep many nights to this image. I open my mouth to speak, but don’t.

I like the cold night air snapping at my face and the smell of the damp grass and the warmth of him next to me. I try to breathe it in and save it; rare and wondrous are these moments.

He adjusts himself on the ground and pulls me into his arms. I silently thank God and look upwards, expecting to see the stars perfectly aligned. But they are beautifully scattered and look the same, only brighter and twinkling.

I want to laugh and elbow him in the ribs and say, “What in the hell took you so long?”

And then I want to bury my head in his chest and cry for all the pain I’ve ever suffered and sob to him, “What in the hell took you so long?”

But I don’t.

I long to close my eyes and be enveloped, but I’m still afraid that this is all a cruel dream and I’m not ready to know it.

I turn and look at him and choke back the tears. And silence the sentiment. And try to control the giddiness. I don’t say any of the clever things I’ve been saving up for him.

I touch his face, reluctantly close my eyes, and kiss him.

He is exactly as I remember from another place in time.

His lips move slightly from mine and I open my eyes and let my fingers touch the warmth of his mouth.

He smiles.

“What in the hell took you so long?” He whispers.

Categories: Romance/Dating | Tags: , , , , , , , , , | 12 Comments

ALONE

You lie coiled in embryo sleep

below the blue painting of the fisherman;

the checkered blanket tousled on the floor.

This old house creaks in reply to the quiet wind.

A car passes

and the glow of the streetlamp

dances through the shutters in hysterical patterns.

I lie engulfed by emptiness.

Moving silently, disentangling myself from you,

I grope in the dark for cigarettes.

Across the room I sit observing you.

Otherwise, there is no change;

not in the way you lay curled up . . .

not in the sounds that never come from you . . .

not in the discontent I feel.

Categories: Bipolar/Depression, Love, Poetry, Romance/Dating | Tags: , , , , | 23 Comments

DAD, I REMEMBER

Dad, I remember . . . as a child jumping at the chance to bring you your morning coffee.  I would slowly tiptoe across the room, trying intently not to spill a drop.  Your smile was my greatest reward for arriving with at least half of a cup remaining.

Dad, I remember . . . all of us kids wrestling with you. We’d pile on top of you in a jubilant heap of arms and legs. Mom waited in the wings for the inevitable injury and would shake her head in astonishment as she watched yet another tearful child receive her hugs, recover, and quickly rejoin the pack.

Dad, I remember . . . the time you took me fishing.  We arose with the sun and shared the lake with the misty silence and the early morning chill.  I hardly noticed the small pool of water in the bottom of the boat that seeped into the hole of my tennis shoe. With quiet anticipation, I focused on the red and white striped bobber at the end of my fishing line. If I moved my eyes I’d miss the fish. With realization, I looked at you . . . this was so much more.

ROW BOAT ON LAKE

Dad, I remember . . . having dinner with you in the morning after your midnight shift at the plant. Your tired face notwithstanding, you were my first crush on a man in uniform.

Dad, I remember . . . dancing with you on my wedding day and resting my head on your shoulder.   The safety of your arms brought me comfort like a warm, soft blanket, and took me to a magical place that daughters dream of.

ME & DAD

When I was just a child, you were so many things to me.

Now, as a woman, I thank you for those memories, and for being the person that I needed you to be.

You are still my comfort, my safety, and the best man I know.

Happy Father’s Day, Dad.

DAD

I love you.

Categories: Family, Holidays/Birthdays, Love, Poetry | Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | 40 Comments

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