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  Sep 2016 Julia
Pablo Neruda
I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.

Write, for instance: "The night is full of stars,
and the stars, blue, shiver in the distance."

The night wind whirls in the sky and sings.

I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

On nights like this, I held her in my arms.
I kissed her so many times under the infinite sky.

She loved me, sometimes I loved her.
How could I not have loved her large, still eyes?

I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.
To think I don't have her. To feel that I've lost her.

To hear the immense night, more immense without her.
And the poem falls to the soul as dew to grass.

What does it matter that my love couldn't keep her.
The night is full of stars and she is not with me.

That's all. Far away, someone sings. Far away.
My soul is lost without her.

As if to bring her near, my eyes search for her.
My heart searches for her and she is not with me.

The same night that whitens the same trees.
We, we who were, we are the same no longer.

I no longer love her, true, but how much I loved her.
My voice searched the wind to touch her ear.

Someone else's. She will be someone else's. As she once
belonged to my kisses.
Her voice, her light body. Her infinite eyes.

I no longer love her, true, but perhaps I love her.
Love is so short and oblivion so long.

Because on nights like this I held her in my arms,
my soul is lost without her.

Although this may be the last pain she causes me,
and this may be the last poem I write for her.
Julia Jul 2016
You will never see the tears that fall
You will never hear my gasps for breath
As I fail to breathe because of you

I will never trust again
I will always anticipate the heartbreak
I will never believe that good things are true

You will never know what I had to do
The consequences I faced
For ever of loving you
Julia Jul 2016
No one has ever made me feel the way that you do

I face every fear
That's come from my past
You make me believe
That my pain will not last

You don't start to judge me
After stories I tell
You see past my mistakes
And wrong words that I spill

Your eyes see right through me
Your analytical mind
Shows more of me
Than I could ever find

Comfortable laughter fills the air
Your eyes squint as you smile
I think I'd like to stay here
If only for a while

Julia Jun 2016
Oh, how I'll miss their smiles, and
Their pattering feet as they'd come to greet me the minute I'd walk through the door.

Their love so pure, and
Their hearts so full.
Their innocent,
But naturally smart-alecky comebacks to statements like,
"It's time to come inside,"
"We should wait patiently in line,"
"It's time to take a nap,"
"Let's give him a turn first, and yours will come next,"
will always put a smile on my face.

The love for them, and
The joy they'd bring to my heart
From innocent
And naturally earnest words to me like,
"Your earrings are pretty today,"
"When it's naptime, you're going to hold my hand until I fall asleep,"
"You should sit by me for snack time,"
"I love you, Miss Julia."

Though I'll never see these children again,
I hope, through the years, they'll remember me
The way I will them.
I will cherish each one of them, and
Every memory they've given me
Until the end of time.
From November 2015 until May 2016, I had the opportunity to spend time with and take care of kids from ages 4 months to 5 years old. Handling 8-17 kids in a classroom setting with another coworker wasn't always easy, but it was always worth it.
Julia Jan 2016
I will never learn
Fear and paranoia pull
As my heart strings tear
Julia Nov 2015
I open my tired eyes
And you fade away
As I rise to start
Another day.
  Jul 2015 Julia
Ronald J Chapman
Gray skies,
Thunder sounds, like a beating heart,
I hear your whispers in the wind,
As the rain falls like never ending tears,

Painfully cold, missing love,
Love has left me standing alone,

I'm afraid,
Love will not find her way back home,
Through the cold rain,

I have always been thinking,
How can two Souls in love be separated by a flood, caused by a rain of tears?

We once said, we would never say goodbye,

Hoping, when the skies clear,
You will return home from the East,
With the next sunrise.

Copyright © 2015 Ronald J Chapman All Rights Reserved.
On rainy days
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