We still have a small chance a window, if you will to be the kind of family we always wanted to be that we should be but the clock is ticking and ticking and ticking so loudly it is beginning to silence the decent and real tiny parts of me
we flit around like butterflies feelings like circles of smoke disappear upon touch emotions like breath on a freezing morning visible but unwelcome we flit around from table to table words like confetti at a wedding abundant but never heard.
so this is what a final Goodbye feels like the knowledge that there will be no right of reply no thinking it over tomorrow and deciding we were wrong no we said too much no let’s keep in touch no lets fume for a week and have coffee next Friday no let’s talk it out again and say sorry for playing games this is the game that was the game we lost no chance to regain you are gone from this earth so this is what a final goodbye feels like.
i just wanted you to know that I've been reading your poems your stories your heart and I too bleed for these words like you and I hope you read mine too when your heart seek for words
There is a man in my life says he knows who I am even knows my name calls me by it everyday how strange I don’t know his name although I might have maybe even would have probably could have if………