I know I wouldn't be able to make you happy,
and that's okay.
But does she make you happy?
I just want you to be happy.

Somewhere, deep in my heart,
I hope you'll accidentally discover my poems,
read them,
and know -
they're all for you.

Can you still see me

Standing in this dark room

Talking to the memory of you

Your hand is back in my hair

The love is still there

Just like you never left

But that is not my life

I couldn't sit pretty

To let you create a pretty lie

And now I'm here and for all I know..

You may have died.

10-23-24   5:27pm

forgiveness does not grow on trees
it grows as a tree
and takes its time

it might take an eternity
or feel like one, at that
but once the seed is planted
it will grow
and sprout
just give it time


leaves will emerge
branches will take a much-needed stretch
and your heart will heal

I think a part of us
knew this was never
meant to last,
and how could it?
We were too different-
two worlds colliding,
and yet we did not care.
We let love prevail-
it was too strong to deny.

i love it in the spring when it comes around
watching all the flowers pushing through the ground
snowdrops and the crocus and the bluebell  to
reaching for the light in the morning dew

daffodils and primose spreading all around
a carpet of flowers adding color to the ground
robin on the fence sings his springtime song
happy as can be has he bobs along

these are all the things that we see in spring
the beauty that is nature with lots of joy to bring