Is it too much to ask
To have you say
And do all of the
Appropriate things
To touch gently
To say the truth and beauty
Of the moments
You and I spend
Is it too much to ask
To respond
To the love I give
To show the depth
Of the love you feel
Is it too much to ask
Is it a childish need
Is this what we’ve become
Is this where we’ll always be
Always wishing and waiting
For the love we both need
This poem appears in my poetry collection Coffee Shop Sessions: Whatever It Takes, Even If It Doesn’t Take available on Amazon.
I need words
I need better words
Words of joy
Words of healing
Words to console me in times of need
Words of understanding
Words to make me feel complete
Words of love
Words of compassion
Words that show a deeper meaning than what appears in front of me
Words that you cannot find
Words that you cannot express
Words that will never enter your heart or mind
And will never leave your lips
I need words to hang onto
Words that lift me up
Words that will make me want to come back to you
Words that will make me want a future with you
Words,
I need words
stone cold heart
eyes down
I don’t feel the need anymore
to pretend this is going anywhere
coming in the door
with the latest from your day
I half listen and nod
while preparing the final meal
late at night while lying in bed
you reach over for
just a little tenderness
while I turn away
Two lone souls
thinking they stand out in the crowd
do they really
or are they the same as everyone
They feel special, profound
as no one must feel the same
but they do,
they all want to be loved
they all are searching for the one
Yet there isn’t one
there are quite a few
as they slowly come in and out of view
this one knows how to paint
and captures you from the start
and this one knows how to play guitar
straight from the heart
and this one plays piano from the soul
and this one writes poems,
his words have been your ultimate goal
But this one standing beside you all these years
Is he special, unique, profound
Well, he’s still around
And that’s something…
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
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 thought I found love
Should I dial that year
when his body fit like a glove
Should I turn back
when things didn’t quite feel right
Should I turn back
when I should have put up a fight
If my destination was yesterday,
which yesterday would it be
or would I stand exactly
where life presents me
He looks to me
but he doesn’t see me
He talks to me
but he doesn’t hear me
He’s in front of me
but we’re a million miles apart
Our hearts
are beating to a different tune
Everyone thinks that it’ll be fine soon
just open up and tell him,
it’ll be okay,
this too shall pass
But it won’t,
it will last and last…
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This poem, along with others, can be found in my book Coffee Shop Sessions II: Moving Mountains One by One
Sleeping next to you
We don’t say the words we need
The nights get lonely
Would it be easier living without me
You watch as I tumble down
You watch as I fall to the ground
Would you pick me up and piece me back together
Would you stand me up and love me forever
Am I someone you want
Am I someone you need
Are you happy now
Or are we part of the lost and found
You watch me as I crawl on the floor
You watch me as I beg for more
Would you give me some relief
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This poem, along with others, can be found in my book Coffee Shop Sessions II: Moving Mountains One by One
After the kids go off to bed
And the one lying beside you confirms that romance is dead
Longing to be desired,
Aching for a spark,
A resemblance of burning fire
Each of you knows something is missing
Nights are better spent kissing
But it’s a long empty night
There isn’t relief in sight
All that can be said is:
Our romance is dead
Listen to my poems on SoundCloud
This poem, along with others, can be found in my book Coffee Shop Sessions II: Moving Mountains One by One
