What I would not give to be
your coffee mug right now;
to have your lips part in
preparation and in
the long-awaited anticipation
of connecting with me.
How jealous I am that
a stained, ceramic mug
washed and used daily
over and over at this
quiet little diner
knows the intimacy
and the feel of your lips,
which I have yet to taste.
I think the best part
about falling in love
with a mama’s boy
is the knowledge that
someday you will want
to raise our sons to
be mama’s boys too.
After a twelve hour drive
I could truly feel
every mile between us.
Leaving was already hard,
but feeling myself get
further and further from you
hurt more than I ever
thought it would; thought it could.
700 miles doesn’t feel that far
until you actually travel it
and have to race away
putting every mile between us.
Before my trip,
the distance was but nothing
but now 700 miles feels
impossibly far away.
And far as it feels,
at least distance is measurable.
The real pain comes from
how far into time it will be
until I see you again.
Because that is something
that I just don’t know.
It used to be that when I saw snow
I’d be annoyed by the thought
of the slush and having to dig
my car out from heaps and piles.
But now when I see it,
I always know that somewhere
nearby you are seeing the snow
and that is causing you smiles,
and that is enough for me.
I want to dance with somebody,
but I don’t want anyone to see.
I want to dance with somebody,
but drunk enough to barely remember me.
I want to dance with somebody
and finally feel free
I want to dance with somebody
One Word.
One name.
And I am
completely
undone.
Here we are.
Two people
In two different
places in the world,
looking at a computer
to find the answers we want
Welp. This is a blog
not google search.
You won’t find them here.
I’m dreaming of a Christmas
Hopefully not too far into the distant future
The last batch of cookies is out from the oven.
Filling the air with cinnamon and sugar delights
Jazzy Christmas music is playing over the radio
adding warmth and joy to my home.
He starts a fire in our new fireplace
that reflects off our stockings hung with care
next to each others for the first time.
The last of the gifts have been wrapped
and placed under the tree covered
in ornaments from our lives past and present.
I sit down on the couch beside him
with my favorite glass of wine in hand
and sigh with relief that I finally made it.
This is the life I always dreamed of.
Christmas at last with the one I love.
Maybe someday…
Darkness is void of all colors.
It consumes everything around it.
Where you see nothing, you hear nothing.
You can only focus on the bleak emptiness-
That is until someone adds a little color to it.
One little Christmas light may not
be the thing that brightens the word,
but with a whole string,
a whole house,
a whole yard full,
the world seems a lot more promising.
So it is with you.
My world was dark until you added to it-
a whole lot of smiles
a whole lot of laughter
a whole day with you.
You filled my darkness with light
and the world seems a lot more promising.
A word-
So much power in just 6 spaces.
Your mouth and brain
are consumed by a vocabulary
with as many choices as
stars in the sky on a clear night.
A word
communicates your ideas clearly
and also leaves the water as murky
as Lake Erie crashing against shore-
creating worries and caution observing
what is obscuring you view.
A word
has many synonyms
that would instigate a large variety
of feeling within another human.
Yet you chose to use that one
knowing it would hurt me the most.
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