I lay with you in a field of bluebells
We made love beneath the sun
A breeze blew across the field
and dried the dew upon our skin
We each heard the music, saw the
rainbow overhead
Suddenly the rains poured down
to wash away our sin
When the rain subsided
we found our love again
Beating wings deliver goose feathered bodies
Honking horns herald their early morning arrival
Skiing across the lake, sending ripples far to disrupt
the stillness of the glass-like water
Their arrival much like yours
swooping in, blowing your own horn,
disrupting lives before you take flight,
disappearing again
Only a memory
Seventeen, I fell in love with you
Front seat of your parents Riviera
Parked on a country road
Rain pelting the roof of the car
Wipers screaming swoosh, swoosh, swoosh as they failed to
Keep up with the waterfall running down the windshield
Lightning flashes across the sky
Illuminating your face, eyes closed
Your lips pressed to mine
I thought it was meant to be
Teenage hormones raging
Carried away in the moment
Our breath keeping time to the wipers tempo
Your kisses my first
Seared into my heart, my soul
Memories that I carry with me still
A perfect night to fall in love
We wrote our initials on the steamy windows
Vowed we’d love one another forever
Today I don’t even remember your name
I noticed you walking slowly down the broken sidewalk,
dog leash dragging behind you, dirty, empty.
You struggling to push the laden shopping cart
with the blue Wal Mart handle.
You waddle into the park, pick a seat on the
empty cement bench.
I cross the quiet street to the coffee shop.
two coffees, cream and sugar in one,
two strawberry scones to go.
I return to the park, take the seat beside you.
No words uttered as I hand the cream and sugared.
coffee to you and the bag of scones.
Wordlessly you extend you dirty hand, eyes downcast.
You stretch your swollen legs before you.
Feet resemble blueberry muffins puffing
over the tops of dirty sneakers.
We sip our coffee in silence, your left hand gripping
the bakery bag of treats as though someone would
snatch it from fingers.
I gaze around the park, covertly looking at you
as my head swivels.
Your blue sweater torn, hair uncombed, tattered.
cotton skirt hugging your knees.
I gently ask about your dog, the dragged dirty leash.
He’s gone you mumble beneath your breath.
Died in the night, tears escape your hazy eyes.
I remove my bright sweater laying it on the bench
between us, mutter something about sun warmed morning.
We finish our coffee together; you retrieve my empty
paper cup and add it the collection in your cart.
I stand to leave, sweater forgotten on the bench.
Wordlessly I wander away, a silent prayer of blessing.
String of pearls
Sometimes we say enough
just turn and walk away.
Leave it all behind,
pack it in, call it a day.
I rinsed my eyeballs today,
washed with salty tears.
Did you sense my loss,
dripping all those fears?
Your lips fed his lust
flames singed flesh.
Rasping breath
fueled the flames.
Consumed by fire.
Ashes remain,
piled deep upon
the bed.
Scorched emotions,
corrosion, rust.
Bodies spent,
weak stolen heart,
bursts from bust.
I rinsed my eyeballs today,
washed with salty tears.
Did you sense my loss,
dripping all those fears?
Sometimes we must say enough
just turn and walk away.
Leave it all behind,
pack it in, call it a day.
I would have left this world
in my teens,
had it not been for you.
You introduced me to God.
I learned that He loved me
regardless of my failings.
You wrapped me in your love,
a blanket I did not know.
Unfamiliar, caring, we were just children.
You taught me Gods love, church,
baptism, shared your devotion.
Only one year older, you mothered me.
You were wise, wore an armour,
carried personal pain.
My liftime of straying,
you never turned me away.
All my life I longed to emulate you.
I could not come near,
when I failed you lifted me up.
You never judged.
Heaven is blessed to have you.
I know you will share your beautiful
voice with the angels.
You will be missed, sometimes
beyond endurance.
You will be here always
whispering in ears,
wrapping us in angel arms.
You never gave up on me.
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