poem

Send Me A Song

With a flip of the wrist
there’s a song
directing you on a time warp,
back to the time you fell in love
with the girl of your dreams,
or so she was at the time.

With every turn of the dial
there she is
and yet, there you are
years apart.

It only lasts 3 minutes
but it’s the one
that crawls under your skin
late at night
when you’re all alone,
when thoughts run in circles.

During the middle of the day
it’ll punch your gut
as time melts away,
sending shivers
down the corners of your back.

When you look across the way,
there she is,
and yet, there you are
years apart.

When you hear that song
you wish it’d send hope
for something better,
instilling excitement.

You want that song
to be sent in your direction
expressing “Think of me,
as much as I do you.”

And yet, there she is,
and there you are
years apart.

poem

One More Moondance, My Love

Originally published in Clay Literary’s RAVEN: https://www.clayliterary.com/post/raven-issue-eight-09-06-2020

A cool October evening presented itself in front of us,
the full moon in the sky hovered above, and the tension
between us lent itself to lyrics that resonated to every

following Autumn. ‘Can I just have one more Moondance
with you, my love?’ you sang as we walked arm in arm. It
was our first song, my first song sung to me. And to this

day, the smile, the tone of your voice, the way you
captured me, still sends shivers right through me.
From the first taps of the piano to the trumpet blaring

three-quarters of the way through, it all sends me back
to you. I halt everything to remember your voice, your smile,
to be wrapped in a moment with you once again.

poem

Our Song

Image credit: Max Dupain

Spinning the same song
that connected us
gets harder to hear.

Each verse cuts deeper
into what never was,
what could have been;
the longing to be near.

With my fingertips crossing your beard,
your fingers grazing my thighs,
those longing sleepless nights
I’ve waited to be alongside
the one that knew the depth
of my emotions,
facing eye to eye.

Sometimes it’s a choice song
so I don’t forget the closeness
of someone far away.

Sometimes it’s a random appearance,
stops me in my tracks;
nothing else
could stand in its way.