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
Image credit: fizkes 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 remind myself, look around…
a husband who:
helps around the house,
is adored by his children,
embeds his family as my own…
absolutely no reason, i remind myself, look around…
after twenty years of:
challenges overcome,
dream vacations,
belly-aching laughs,
tears of frustration,
tears of joy,
it seems we built this to last
absolutely no reason, i remind myself, look around…
but staring at the ceiling
while he thrusts himself into me,
there’s a deepness i’m missing
where earthquakes would once rattle me.
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…
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…
After the kids go 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