All played out in the stakes for love
I sit for long periods, even months
these years making up some days,
real slow. I toss a poem of sorts
into the blue blue sky and see what
falls out. It can take some time...
before I realise my heart is beating
real fast. And love again has come
around and im holding diamonds
a royal flush.

Being me
is easy,
but
being with
you
is easier.

The worst part
Isn't the pain
Though it hurts

The worst part
Isn't the sadness
Though that's horrible

No,
The worst part
Is the emptiness

That feeling
When you don't see the step
And you fall down

When you try to sit down
And someone's moved the chair

When you reach for support
Only to find it's abandoned you

That is the worst part
Of saying goodbye