thought

perhaps it is best

if I sit quietly

say nothing

wait

hope

wish

     

post script

patiently indecisive

on purpose

dead

The winter in my heart

was that late fall

when your soul

did depart

ghostly memory

I knew the day you died

the last breath you took

it came right as recess began

I sat in that second grade class

staring out the window as a tear ran

then I just cried 

and cried

October

It has moved through her so quickly

she barely was able to take a breath in.

Trees now half naked 

branches looking thin

her voice lost its focus

there now is chagrin.

From a tree whose wisdom 

lasts far longer than her hurt

or your anger

comes the reminder that

the universe cycles

like seasons 

with only time

passing

to never be regained again.

She misses you, her son.

She misses you as she always has

when you turn away

convinced 

she is less than any of your stars.

She is, of course, so her ego says

and you are the star that shined ever so brightly first

40 earth years ago.

Perhaps love is not enough,

but it is all she really has 

that indeed she does give freely.

She loves you no matter what.

All else is ony hanging onto

what has passed to never return again.

October ~ the month when losses are huge

upon a heart broken into so many pieces

and considered not good enough

by far too many.

October ~ the month that ushers in two months

of despair and lonely isolations.  Perhaps the reflecting

pool will not be so dark and gloomy this year ~ then again

perhaps it will.  

Yes Loneliness, people do change and finally learn

to simply sit in quiet solitude accepting the current

that flows underneath everything ~ LOVE.

October ~ you too will go away.