Do you remember what it was like?

To have each other to depend on?

You have been my everything.

Or at least that's what I thought.

But, hey.. I guess I was wrong.

Others, want you.
I can easily tell.
They give themselves away.
Just by the things they do.
And the things they say.

It might be in a whisper.
It might be in an innocent gift.
Just believe me others want you.

It's a compliment to me.
Which makes me so happy.

A mind as discursive as mine
Comes across your image as often as anything.
Mind so unsure,
Yet you're the last thing I could ever come to abhor.
Be as nimble as a tingle from a dismaying thought whispered from my mind to yours.
It's much simpler like that.
The spread of the ideas can cross into the uncharted.
An unintentional swooning occurs in our chats.
Mutually respective, but with a thick latch.
If your intention involve my disappearance,
Just tell me, I'll stop.
Nothing but an idea shall exist in my thoughts.

WE ENJOY OURSELVES BEHIND THE CHURCH WALLS, AND AFRAID TO GO OUT INTO THE STREETS.  WE ARE ASKED TO WIN SOULS TO CHRIST, YET, WE ARE AFRAID, FEARING WHO WE MIGHT MEET.
WE ENJOY OURSELVES BEHIND THE CHURCH WALLS, BUT FAIL TO VISIT THE OLD FOLKS HOME.  THEY WILL WELCOME US WITH OPEN ARMS, THEY'RE TIRED OF BEING ALONE.
WE ENJOY OURSELVES BEHIND THE CHURCH WALLS, FORGETTING ALL ABOUT THE HOMELESS.  WE HAVE A TENDENCY TO LOOK DOWN ON THEM, NOT CARING IF THEY ARE BLESSED.
WE ENJOY OURSELVES BEHIND THE CHURCH WALLS, DANCING AND SHOUTING, ALL OVER THE CHURCH FLOORS.  WHEN IT COME TIME TO BRING THE LOST IN, WE FAIL TO GO DOOR TO DOOR.
BY, AUTHOR & POET, SANDRA JUANITA NAILING

I was counting the number
of your flaws for the first time,
trying to find an excuse,
trying to find some armor,
trying to find a modicum of control,

(letting go is always
easier
than being let go)

I was struck dumb by futility.

I was counting the number
of your flaws for the first time,
and for the first time learned,
that zero is a number.

You are not beautiful
because your hair is something love is made of.
You are not beautiful
because your eyes are brighter than ***** of hydrogen.
You are not beautiful
because you stand tall, stand strong (stronger than me).
You are not beautiful
because of the endless secret midnight reasons only I know.
You are not beautiful
because you survived assassination attempts.
You are not beautiful
because you bend, but have not broken.
You are not beautiful
because of the lust you inspire in every man that sees you.
You are not beautiful
because of the way our son shines in your light.

You are beautiful,
because you are brilliant...
because you give me life...
because you are creation's sigh...
because you are the taste upon my tongue...
because you are the whisper on my every word...
because you are the blood that caresses my every beat...

You are beautiful,
Holly,
because you are my Heroine.

Just a tiny spot that grew
into the crevices of our love,
a mushroom-blue fungus
spreading mycelium tendrils through

It's only been a week
trust me, I know

I've been counting the suffering seconds
while you are away, having your life there with
no responsibilities
no work
no job
no cares
(for me, even?)
no schedules

I count these seconds still as you tell me how tired you are
(doing nothing)
how there's little time to talk
in my spare time from the job I work at seventy-hour weeks,
(the one you said I needed to save our marriage)
and how the frustrations of a bad connection
mean more to you
than I do,
anymore.

So I hope you sleep well,
I hope the fact that you can show no care for
a person who cares for you more than themselves,
doesn't keep you up.

I hope your beautiful head is sleeping soundly
as I am sleepless,
waiting for your answer.

I found an old love on a social site
Opened up the book and saw her face
Can't help but notice the years have been good to her
And the life that she has made

I foolishly went and messaged her
Said we both seem to be doing well
But on these sites we sometimes lie
So that can be really hard to tell

She took it on herself to traveled North
As I left home to grab the world
It must be cold where she placed her feet
Me, I'm back on Florida soil

We both have families now going on 30 years
Her a Grandmother, me two daughters and a loving wife
Seems just yesterday she was standing here
A big part of my life

We exchanged our pleasantries
And at that time we realized
There was still that spark in our heartbeats
Something we could not deny

She said it's been nice but feel that I must go
I said you probably are right
That we're both happy that's good to know
As we both said our goodbyes