Tag: lost lovers

  • Revolving Door

    He says, “you’ve been a great lover, opened up doors for me, been there when I needed you but I’m going to leave you, woman for I know you could do better than me” He picks up his suitcase, then he’s running out the door And that’s the way it is that’s the way it’ll…

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  • nous avons tout le temps

    This poem has been revisited often in the past few months. The original poem can be found here: Nous Avons Tout Le Temps Pour Nous. This final version below can also be found in Coffee Shop Sessions III: In the Arms of Love.

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  • Deconstruction Site

    How many times do we take the leap before we realize we’ve jumped in too deep How many times do we stop to realize we need to protect our insides How many times does this heart have to break; this love, you too shall take He was the one healing the deepest scar, the wound…

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  • Uncomforting Comforts

    our home is a picture-perfect scenery:           beds of roses,                 smiling faces,                      loyal dog,                            friendly neighborhood            filled with children playing in the yard,                 trails for running,                      families bicycling… we have everything:           a comfortable bed to lay in,                 television to watch,                      cars to drive,                        employment to keep busy,                           and mouths to be fed. absolutely no reason, i…

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  • Lost and Found Memories

    Sleeping soundly, his arms wrapped ’round me while I lay dreaming it’s you that rouses my sleep I wake startled you’ve returned again with flashes between two moments, a mere eyeblink away The things that can’t be those lost & found memories between moments of today

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  • Destination Yesterday

    The phone booth crashes into my yard I’ve seen this play out before stepping inside, I reach for the receiver and browse the years to rediscover Should I dial that year when I had my first kiss Should I dial that year when he made me felt squeamish Should I dial that year when I…

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