I remember you

Baby Blue DatsunYou used to
Warm my hands in water
Rub them for me when I
walked home from that
Convenience store
On Country Club Lane…

I used to dance with a mop,
Waiting to get home to you
And when everything was
Stocked, floors mopped
I would call…
We would talk.

You used to read my poems
I used to let you
You used to smile
Tell me they were good
And kiss me, or look
To my heart through eyes.

Driving around, we would
Hold hands, kiss at lights
And couldn’t wait to get
Home, to our home
To our room
Where we would warm.

Winter was never the same
I remember you
The cold became colder
I remember you
The wind cut deeper
I remember you.

And when that song plays…
I can’t forget you.
I don’t want to
It will never be again
But in the end
Know….

Time Lost

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The cradle robs
The hand that rocks it,
The essence runs through them
Like water…
Dashing through,
Hitting the floor,
It splashes,
Then
Drips.
It forms a pool
Reflecting the hands
That once held it.

The Walls

The walls guide our path,
The walls guide us –
Little solace in the windows
When we are seeking the door
And sometimes, a mirage appears
Our need creates our illusion.

We try to open the door, to fight our fate
Trying to put an end to the debate
The fight was good but the walls have won
The battle is over, the war never done
Eyes closed with consternation
Hiding our eyes from
Accidental reflections.

The walls guide our path,
The walls guide us –
Little solace in the windows
When we are seeking the door
And sometimes, a mirage appears
Our need creates our illusion.

We try to open the door, to fight our fate
Trying to put an end to any debate
The fight was good but the walls have won
The battle is over, the war never done
Eyes closed with consternation
We shield ourselves from
Accidental reflections.

Written in the 1990s.