It came in the mail Purple ink Sweet handwriting Innocuous? It came from someone safe Hate filled Angry words Lies? It came on a Wednesday Peace shattering Panic creating Tempest.
Wake, work, exercise, sleep Wake, work, exercise, sleep Wake, work, exercise, sleep No time for love No time for fun No time for gazing into the future and hoping And no hope of recreating the magic we had
Heated passion of childish hopes Ice cold recognition of adult realities Tepid normalcy How do I reach beyond adequacy and wake myself from this nightmare?
The last sunset Nothing worked Not my phone, the cabs, or the traffic. So much traffic!! When you opened your door Your handsome face was a mask of worry. In the cab you STILL insisted THIS was a terrible idea Yet... You reached for my hand and held it With hookah, conversation, and smiles We welcomed Ramadan and love.
Betrayal Seems so simple Like something that can easily be discerned. But it's not Who is currently being betrayed? Me? In some ways I'm sure Who is my betrayal slashing as I lie Panting and gasping in these arms?