Saturday, November 6, 2010

draft

how will I fill it?
In just this short time
the space I kept for myself
has been stretched by
miles of new memories
how will I fill it
when you leave?

where will these feelings go?
can I lock them away
can I forget them
every smile every minute every kiss
as if this didn't exist

how do i fill it?

With what ifs?

What if, what if, what if

6 words to explain
I'm not going to leave you - again

6 words to explain
why I can't let you stay

Wednesday, November 3, 2010

words and sounds

I was always just the words and sounds
he used to drown the music out.
The sacrificial tree to bridge the stream
so he wouldn’t have to get his feet wet.
The gloves he wore against the biting cold.
The bed he lay in as he drifted off to sleep.
The piano where he pounded out his masterpieces
on my unresisting keys.

But I am not the words and sounds
The sacrificial tree
The gloves
The bed
Or his piano keys

I am the woman who will sing you to sleep
who will hold your hand as we splash through the stream
and warm you with my own body heat
who will lie tangled in your sheets
and listen to you gently breathe.

Let me be part of your symphony