Homecoming

He's grown, it seems,
in the few days that
he's been gone. They
do that a lot at 15.

He smiles and leans
against me so I can
nuzzle him like a little
boy. "I missed you."


November PAD #20 - best ever

Enough

You should have stopped talking
five minutes ago.
I get the point already.


November PAD #12 - excess

The kindest gesture

You overreacted.
We both know it's true.
But I let it pass.
I've done it too.


November PAD #13 - a kind poem

A cold front

The frozen food aisle beckons,
promising ice cream
and bliss in a box.


November PAD #14 - deadly and dangerous

Treasured

We laugh like
kindergartners exploring the
playground as pirates,
seeing the world
more clearly with
eye patches in
place than with
the grown-up glasses
that we wear


November PAD #15 - love

Guts

“Lovers don't finally meet somewhere. They're in each other all along."
- Rumi

It's not as if there was some gaping hole,
like an intestine spilling through a flesh wound,
before you walked into my life.

But when you appeared

it's as if you'd always been in my innards,
the guts stuffed inside me that I never thought twice about,
without me knowing it.

Today

I stand in the hallway
and see the
mountain of boxes, the containers

of a life that I
wish I didn't
have to unpack just yet


November PAD - Day 1 - procrastination

B is for Better

It wasn't in the cards
business, tarot or otherwise
but I'm happier anyway


Sunday Scribblings - Plan B

In bed

Cracking you open
I see the future is sweet
Deliciously so



Poetic Asides: fortune cookie poem

Sins of omission

It's not about
the words on your lips
but the lack

thereof; the ease
in which your sweet tongue
skips over the

tidbits of truth
that destroy honest love and
move us backward


Three Word Wednesday: ease, omission, backward