Shadow Boxing

 

A sleeping sun rests against the waters edge

His eyes say all I need to know

Shadowboxing

Spooning

A frozen lake lays in wait

Falling in love in the springtime

Midnight spooning

Touch

The sun sets upon a quiet lake

Crickets sing a harmonic tune

Warm lips touch

Crush

Once, when I was young I met a boy. He was traveling with his family from the east coast back to the west. I was frozen by this boy. He looked at me as if I was a flower he had never seen. We were instant friends, maybe soul mates. I have never forgotten his name; Eric Griffith

Their license plate read, "California 517343."

Wavy blond hair, blue eyes

My fifth grade crush

Adagio

Walking along the water's edge

Two hands touch

Adagio

I dream

Perched on the highest branch he waits for springs return

Like him~

            I dream

A Broken Woman

 How do I forget

let go of your hand

and find another

What was it about the taste of your lips

that left me here waiting for your return

In my devastation I have lost the woman I was

she no longer exists

Her bags were packed

and her memory erased

When did things change

When did your hands stop loving me

and become cannons of color

So many questions...

My friends say, "Move on, forget him,

find someone that loves you."

It is here I must ask, "Didn't you?"

Where did all those nights go

and what did they mean

if all I have left of you are

open wounds that stop me from breathing

I can not remember what it is like to be held anymore

nor can I place the last time I heard I love you

or recall a day I have not lived in fear

Because of you, I am now a builder of walls made of pain and anger

An invisible soul that has disappeared and become what you wanted

A Broken woman