Week 48

Poetry has saved my life in a way
People never could.
Even when the block
Would drown out any semblance
Of the sun,
It still kept me going
Offered me an arm
And casually walked me to the next door,
Whether it was open or closed

I kiss the book of poetry you got me
The one I wish I wrote.
I close my eyes and kiss it
And feel like I'm kissing you.
You felt it, didn't you,
A rush of warmth on your cheek
Down your back
The gentle palm of
True love.

I read
And reread the same poems.
They always change
And always stay the same.
Consistency is key
And I am the lock
That is easily opened
By her words.

I sit here and think.
I think too much
About poetry and
How I could feel it flow through you.

Week 47

The thing with friendship is
Unlike in the movies
 it is temporary and fleeting.
They lied to you
But that's okay,
They lied to me too.

I held friendship
Like my mother's diamond bracelet
The only one my father gave her
Close to my chest
Wrapped in my chubby fingers.
I lost it
And my heart fell through my knees,
I was nine
They could only get so mad at me.

It's harder to let people slip by.
They're more precious than diamonds
More painful too.
So I cling
So very tightly
Hoping that those chains don't break. They never do
 I let go instead
 Since It hurts too much
 To hold on.

So I keep reading more stories
About friendship,
Everlasting friendship
And wonder why more romance
Isn't written about Philios.
Maybe this kind of heartbreak
Is too strong to survive
So we hide behind
The grief of lovers
Eros parting
In the oceans.
This kind of pining has no end,
You just bury it deep
And maybe have the courage
To try again.

Week 46

Lay yourself on me
Like a shield.
I look up at you
And you are a kite,
Beautiful
Blowing
Dancing in the air.
I hold on tightly
But not too much,
I need to let you be yourself
Magic happens when I do.

I haven't flown a kite in years
Not since I was a kid,
When strings broke easier
And days weren't as windy.
I remember feeling free.

Memory is a strong scent
That is easily  cast aside
And then a whiff of it
Enters,
Tickles the side of your cheek
And suddenly you are immersed
In in the middle of a swirling
Tornado
Of smiles and tears
And blank stares.

I remember you.
I forget you,
But not for long
The wind always picks up
The next day
And I'll have a kite ready,
Not today
But then I will.

Summer

Week 45

Reminders to smile
Hang all around us
Especially in the summer
When the clouds are light
And the breeze cool.

It can be difficult to smile always
Even though I want nothing more
For you,
Nothing less either.

Let the light of the sun
Shine through you
Even when you feel
Like an eclipse
Because everything is temporary,
Even Happiness
And the opposite.

In this world of change
I try to remain the same.
But every edge erodes eventually
So work on me to soften me up,
Flow over me and under me
And all around me
With love and peace
And eventually when I'm worked through
Or maybe a bit before that,
Pick me up and keep me
And perhaps I can be your reminder to smile,
Your summer,
The end of your eclipse.