Some flowers don’t get picked
They stand alone
At the edge of the field
Shaded politely for too long
Waiting for the rain


© MJL 2021

time goes by like
water flowing over my skin
unstoppable, translucent
and all at once
no beginning or end for
the clouds of
laughter and tears
you can't hold it still
it escapes even
the bell jar
forever running yet
never will you see it
rush by your eyes
i know now
never trust a clock
or a soul

you were an oasis in a desert

i thought you were an oasis,
but you were a mirage.
and a mirage is all you will ever be.

In this loud world,
....will my silent love be heard.

if not you, who will remember me,
love.