He walks in the room as though he were avenging the wrong she had done to him,
She whimpers as he strolls past her without giving one look in her direction.
What happened to the beautiful love they had shared?
Was it her apprehension from the beginning? His tendency to be overzealous?
Was it because he said "I love you" on their second date?
No.
The only wrong she had done was love him to no avail, even months after things turned sour.
She had such a hard time warming up to the idea of his presence in her life.
He courted her for decades, loved her for years, dated her for months, kissed her for weeks, and cried for days.
Quickly, they fell in love and let go of their inhibitions.
Few individuals are lucky enough to find the kind of love they shared; an unforgiving albatross of happiness.
He turned bitter faster than they fell in love and she stood by him, unwavering in her feelings.
Their stubborn personalities clash with each other.
They yearn for the light the other brought into life.
She still loves him.
He still loves her.
Will they ever realize?

Flavor to the max
Omegas from the Flax.
These roads are twisty
I hope the sky gets misty.

My mother
told my brother
to eat the penny.

She whacked him with a mallet
and knocked the penny out of his palette
in the middle of June
while riding a balloon.

The sky was dark
But Gary's still a narc.
Bob ate my chowder,
so at him I threw powder.

I often wonder if you know the stars of my heart shine for you.
The golden trees shimmer as the sun sets gently underneath the horizon.
You pull on my heart strings much like that of your bass guitar.
There is an orchard in the meadow behind my house and seeing the drooping flowers, I am sorry I did not water them like Mother told me to
Your smile could illuminate New York during a black out, much like you illuminate my soul.
My past is a dark cloud that threatens rain, and I long for a day when an umbrella will not be a permanent accessory
The winter winds are frigid, but you roll past like a smooth, summer breeze.
I laugh away my misgiving when inside, they eat up my last bits of happiness

I opened the garage door with angst and conviction
My mother never approved of my infatuation for the boy in my math class
I need not her blessing for independence has been on my side since my father started playing hockey again

I got in my car and drove far away.
I hadn't a clue where to go, but the wind carried me into his arms.
The view from the tree was whimsical.

To the north, a bear ran naked but no one was outraged by the sight
I acquired my mother's jacket and threw it at the bee hive above me
Praying they were as nice as the Mormons

To the south, I saw my reflection in a pool of chicken eggs.
Frightened, I ran to the nearest cow and boarded
Together we sauntered into the future.

I saw my great grandmother telling me her pancakes were ready
I traveled to Idaho in search of syrup
Aunt Jamima always prevailed

I always preferred goat butter
It just tasted better
and we went on in the frigid weather.

The sun shines down on our picnic of love.
The birds sing and the leaves tussle.
It is the most magnificent of days, only tainted by my own misgivings.
One day, you were here but now you feel so far away.
You show up on my doorstep with a bouquet of pink clouds,
and all I notice is the scent of regret on your skin.
I know this is wrong, but it feels so right.
Life has almost passed me by, and I beg you to not go with it.
Once again, though, you walk away and I am left to wonder.
When will it be our turn?
Will I ever be able to let you go?
No matter how long I ponder, I come full circle and the answer is "never.'