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 he created,
only to tear it open
as he twists the knife
churning everything
inside of me
moving on
Mementos
One by one counting memories:
An old photograph of us at the beach,
A sweater that won’t rid itself of your scent,
Books and CDs that you lent,
I’ve packed them away
They won’t see another day
I’ve packed the boxes,
Made the plans,
The rooms are empty
But I am motionless
Is it that familiar look?
Is it that morning glow
That paints itself through that morning window?
No, it’s these damn memories that aren’t letting go
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This poem, along with others, can be found in my book Coffee Shop Sessions II: Moving Mountains One by One
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 always be
lovers in and out the revolving door
She says, “I’m going to leave this town
so much has been given
and I’m grateful for what’s been
but I need to get going
for I know I could do better”
She packs her things,
then she’s running out the door
And that’s the way it is
that’s the way it’ll always be
lovers in and out the revolving door
There’s always a path to something better
there’s always something else that will find you
all the sweet things that you dream
she sends a postcard to check in, say where she’s been
but he doesn’t look back, throws all those lost loves into his sack
And that’s the way it is
that’s the way it’ll always be
lovers who dream
and lovers who leave
Meet Me in the Rain
Meet me in the rain
So I can explain
The sun’s gone
And it’s been too long
I look at your pictures on the wall
I shouldn’t keep them up for too long
I miss the sound of you down the hall
So I avoid the sound of you at all
It’s as if the flood gates of heaven opened up from God’s weeping
Deep down I know it wasn’t you I should be keeping
