Late Summer Magic

On a late Summer’s evening, the sound of a trumpet beckons people to come closer

The patio filled with music and voices of happy people enjoying the night air

Twinkling lights filling the garden with dancing colors, adding to the magic

Glances across the table, a brush of a hand, an intimate whisper, secret smiles

How quickly life can change, transforming tears into hope and burgeoning love

It is moments such as these which remind us of how sweet life can be

Filling hearts with memories and desires for a cascade of the riches of togetherness.

 

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Poem ~ Can’t You See

This all too quiet and empty space taunts me with questions

Why can’t you see how beautiful what we share is?

Perhaps you do, but for your own reasons you may not be able or willing to allow it

These have been amongst the longest weeks of my life, caught in the in-between

Many people feel that you are either in heaven or hell, but I beg to differ

For it seems that I am caught in both

Daring not to really hope, yet my heart still beats your name

All the while, my fear has built to a fever pitch and I’m filled with dread

Every time the phone rings and your face pops up, I feel that old excitement

Then I remember…and my body deflates…just waiting to hear the words

Which will either lift me up or tear me down, only this time for good

So much is riding on this little stretch of time that it’s terrifying

Some days, I ask myself why I continue to put myself through all of this

Especially when with each passing day, my faith in love takes another hit

When the emotional and physical toll are to the point that everything feels forced

As though I’m just going through the motions as I wait for the other shoe to drop

With every new morning, I feel more hollow as the distance between us seems greater

It all feels so unfair, almost cruel and unjust…yet I wait as patiently as I can

Because my love for you is so very strong and real that there is no choice but to wait

Until either you put me out of my misery, or I snap under the weight of my heavy heart

With each passing day, I tell myself that it won’t be long now

Which is both reassuring and dreadful at the same time

The thought of us ending before we truly had a chance to begin saddens me to the core

And the longer time stretches out, the less able I am to believe and trust in us

Is what we have enough to withstand a bump in the road and carry our love through

Back into the sunshine where we danced together so freely and joyfully?

I want to walk this road with you…bumps, potholes, daunting hills and all

Can’t you see?

 

 

 

 

Suspended

Time is standing still, yet I cannot settle down

Everything hangs in the balance, and I wait

Until an indefinite time to know for sure what the future holds

I am paralyzed in a state between hope and grief

What a place to be

My emotions are spinning, therefore so is the earth under my feet

I’ve ridden the top of the wave, crashed, and shattered on the rocks

Resigned myself to be broken for a while, awaiting the lull in the storm

Had given in to the notion of empty spaces and a whirling vortex of disbelief

And now,  I’ve been caused to feel the up surge, feeling as though I’m being lifted up

Dare I to allow myself to hope, given that it could all come crashing down again

Before it even gets back off the ground?

For there have been no real promises made, though beautiful words were spoken

How can I stop it, when my heart seems to whisper the sound of your name

Each time it beats in my hollowed out chest?

Just for now I will dare to allow a glimmer of hope

As I sit in a state of trepidation, knowing that on the other side of this storm

Will either be the rushing return of love’s embrace or the cold, harshness in which

I’ve recently dwelt, and had begun to convince myself I’d have to live in until I learned to go on without you

Even though terror quakes in my chest,  just for now I embolden myself to anticipate the feel of your kiss once more.

 

 

No Hope

At least when I was still allowing myself to believe that there was something to hope for, I felt that I had a little spark left in me

But now that hope has been removed from the menu, my entire being feels like an empty shell

A shell which has had all of its contents removed and been left to lie exposed in the full sun

Becoming ever more dried up and brittle, as though a light breeze could fracture it into a million tiny pieces

Yes, I’ve let go of the last vestiges of optimism which I was clinging to, when it comes to the two of us

The next step in this process is the cruelest bitch of all, for it’s the one in which my heart has to listen to my mind and give up on the notion of a relationship with you

Having this clarity is akin to rubbing my entire body with a rough grit sand paper, inside and out

But go through this I must, if I’m to heal and prepare myself to move on without you

Yes, I’m still stunned and feel massively betrayed for you have turned your back on me, despite all of the feelings you declared

When I think about all that I put myself through in order to be with you, all I can do is shake my head

For while the good times were beyond what I ever could have imagined, being left here, torn to shreds was a hefty price to pay.

Poetry ~ Not The Way I Dreamed

Waiting for the anger to kick in so that the pain can recede

Knowing the it will happen sooner or later, but it’s only been two days

Truly not wanting to feel this heartache, but not able to to drown it

No matter how hard I try or wish for it to be that easy

Simply won’t happen yet, and I know that it is as it must be

Begging for a mercy which simply doesn’t exist

There is no way to escape the pain of the loss of love

Of so many unspoken promises, no matter how strongly they were implied

Thinking of him with an entire different life, one which doesn’t include me

At least not in the way in which I had envisioned us being together….fuck, is this real?

Friends once more? I don’t know that I would have the strength for that

As much as I’d like to think that I could be capable of foregoing love

And falling back into friendship, no matter how small it may make me

My heart beats a staccato of hell no, of fuck that, of what the hell for

As much as I crave friendship in my relatively new city, desperation is not that deep.

 

 

Rediscovery

As I sit here on this soon to be rainy day, propping up the bar at my favorite office away from home

I find myself pondering so many things, right down to the very basics of who I am and where I’m going

The course has been thrown off by a storm of epic proportions and my sails have curled into something resembling the fetal position

My emotions run the gamut from depression to anger to foolish optimism

It’s funny though because this space, while painted in shades of black and blue

Is more alive than the state of numbness which preceded the time before I met him

Even though I feel quite dead inside at the moment. Talk about irony

Daring not to hope that love is enough, my aim is finding the fortitude to move forward

To reconfigure my plans now that the ones we were making have been invalidated

Knowing deep inside that I’ve got the inner fortitude to put the pieces back together

Is small consolation as I sit across the bar from where we used to sit and make plans, cozy in our own little world.

 

 

 

Gone

The sadness washes over me like a tidal wave

As I sit here in the silence, there are echoes of you everywhere

The hairbrush sitting at the ready, waiting for the soft locks

Which my fingers delighted to run through just mere days ago

Toothbrush in the medicine cabinet reminding me of you

And that special smile which filled my heart with so much love

I cannot bear the thought of getting rid of them, even though your voice

No longer fills this place with endless conversations and laughter

Seeing them fills my eyes with yet more tears…they’ve shed so many

The sheer volume which has poured from my eyes is staggering

But, I cannot yet part with the few things which were yours

For at least while they remain, there is a part of you here with me

And at least for a painful moment, I can try to pretend that you’ll walk through the door

It isn’t like I need reminding, for you are everywhere

The jar of honey haunts me, as silly as that may be

For I miss the sound of your spoon stirring tea, and the taste of it on your lips

What was once a place of so much joy feels hollow

And I remain behind, floating numb and grey, the ghost of dead romance

My body shaking with sorrow, remembering that flash in time

When the words I love you spilled from your lips. How quickly it all went away

Almost as though our hopes and dreams never existed, but yet I know they did

For this soul crushing pain will not let me forget

Nor will the bed which mocks me when I try to sleep in it

Or the couch which serves to remind me of how it felt to

Snuggle up in what felt like the safety of your arms

In what I was beginning to believe would be endless evenings of movies and podcasts

Not to mention the countless times we sat and enjoyed episode after episode

Of Picard telling Number One to make it so

Oh, if only I could wield the power of his words and put the air back in the room

So that I could once more take even a single breath which didn’t fill my chest with pain

But alas, I cannot. So here I sit in the silence, waiting for this hell to pass.