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Jayme M Yaroch May 2015
I listen to the music
tears in my eyes
when that song plays
the one from your funeral

I sit there and I miss you
listening to the melody
as though it were your voice
and I could hear you laugh again

I'll never forget the day we met
or the things you said to me
my very first friend
a protector in a new home
and I've had quite a few of those

I remember the shade of the tree
where we would eat our lunches
picking at the grass
and singing show tunes
days that must belong
to someone else

I'll never know if your son
would play with my daughter
or if, as in your dreams
I had married your brother
Maybe it would have been as you wanted
but now we'll never know

I lost so much more
than you that day
but the only thing I have lost since
are the memories we shared
Oh sister, how I've missed you!

I have a few pictures
Though back then cameras were scarce
I've saved them in a box
along with all our letters
Those child's dreams
put to paper so eloquently
so blunt and honest
They bring a smile to my face
but it never reaches my eyes
Jayme M Yaroch May 2015
Listen to the desolation
It whispers the solution
Silence is the answer
When the answer is gone
Gold falls from the sky
Every day when the sun comes up
Never as alone as you think
With eyes watching you live
Smiling with pride and love
Even if you ignore them
Hear the whole world again
See the mountains clearly
And then you simply move them
Live deeper and speak sweeter
Give each day everything you have
With no regrets
And breathe in the heart of the world
To fill you with the scent of roses
The sound of the sea on the wind
And simply let yourself be ALIVE.
Jayme M Yaroch May 2015
All
it
takes
is a single
RAINDROP
to inspire
life
Jayme M Yaroch May 2015
How do you explain to people
that every so often
and more than you'd like
there is no way to recover
who you used to be
and so you have to re-create
who you are
from the ashes and debris
of whatever you were
five minutes before?
Jayme M Yaroch May 2015
Ah!  Fate we meet again
The first time                  
for the last time!            
             Just kidding!
                              But seriously
                                     would you like to play a game?
                                   It was Fate that brought us
                                  to this little known vale
                                           over wild forested hills
                                       through the harshest gale
                                                 twists and turns
                                  as life is wont to provide
                an assist to Fate's great amusement
                                             another way to trip us up
                      throw us together
                         perhaps forever
                       always held back
               by our own obstacles
                               if one path is blocked by roots
                  then the other is on fire
              so we climb the trees
                    ease out on the branches
                         going on our separate ways
                                                   one path to another as we see
                                  the clearness of them
                           and they are none the same
                    for all of us
                            despite our traveling them together
                  if for just a while
                  quickly we go
                        as we see our escapes
                                   drop down to the loam
race away from the track
            never knowing it was still
                                            our path
                                                     the only path we knew
                                   the only one we could ever know
                   so many interconnected ways
all of them watched by Fate          
just waiting for us                          
simply, silently, waiting              
for us to look at the trials              
tribulations in our path
                 to lose all our heart
                                to stop the race
to sit down
and to die        
                                      for that is how it happens
           dear children
                          when we stop carrying on
                            perhaps it is not a loss of heart
                        not in the end
                             perhaps it is weariness
                               when this is no longer a game
                           and seeing Fate as an old friend
whose hand we reach for
even as the lights grow dim
when there is nothing left to run from
or to run towards
when all has finally come to peace
                                     a peace of our own making
a treaty with Fate
because in them we have trusted      
by their very inevitability          
     that our paths will cross again.
Jayme M Yaroch May 2015
here
there  
              here
from this we can      
look last                            
  as first        
again                                  
before I met you        
       taking you in
                        your eyes
I'm what's off        
       we must be out
in          dreams
       a drink
               of night
          or is it?
Jayme M Yaroch Apr 2015
It's just an act
a routine on a stage
full of jokes
and humor
where the mike is live
and an audience awaits
waiting on something
oh, that's right
they're waiting for me
this is my stage
my game show
and I'm the comedian.
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