she sets the suitcase on the floor
after a weekend together
to explore
as I shut the door
she turned to me and said
I want a divorce
my mouth hit the floor
all I could say was, of course
thinking good lord
she unpacked
setting the suitcase back on the floor
and tells me to pack
says you can leave the key at the door
without any slack
I turn my back
take the suitcase and pack
and head for the door
knowing deep inside the relationship
could not be restored
I get to a hotel
I open the door
I set the suitcase on the floor
thinking good lord
I unpack
then return the suitcase
I knock on the door
It opens
I set the suitcase inside on the floor
I look at her
this is yours
I cannot look at it setting on the floor
forevermore

When death comes knocking at my door
Know
My life was never boar
I never felt living was a chore
I never shut a door
I explored
I had good times
Some bad times
Always being kind
I never listened to the clock chime
Every minute was mine
I never lived for the dime
Living filled my mind
But never was I blind
I loved many women
Included some men
It did not cause my end
Most are still my friend
I never wasted time
Waiting for a second chance
I danced
I always prayed
Never lost faith
I knew there was a better place
Where I would end the race
With no blame
Nor shame
Live
I did

the phone rings
hello
hello
breathing on the other end
the absence I have to comprehend
I have to pretend
that the love did not end
there is a knock at the door
lasting shadow on the floor
never to be anymore
something I must endure
to pretend
the love did not end
a voice heard
I am blushing
listening
beads of sweat glistening
I pretend
the love did not end
I hear
footsteps
almost sleeping
leaping
I fall
again I pretend
the love did not end
sometimes it lasts
living in the past
I will continue to pretend
that it did not end
life's love
my heart will not mend

never like this before

tonight

walking the floor

tbinking I am done for

from words that was yours

no more can I ignore

my feelings will never be restored

that, I am sure

"your pitiful"

made me a prisoner of war

and from so much more

now relationships that cannot be restored

the guilt is yours

my heart tore

no feelings left and they will never again be explored

that is for sure

at deaths door

I question how and why did I become such an eyesore

to people

I adore

to see
children
living in the street
with nothing to eat
to see
people
turning away
not wanting to meet
to see
no one matters
to see
money is the only goal
to see
a sign
(homeless)
the test failed
to see
there is never
another view
to see
closed minds
to anything new
to see
no trusting
in yous
to see
no understanding
that lives
are lived
in many ways
to see
no loving
hearts
to see
choosing to
live apart
to see
no meaning
in words
they say
to see
that price
we pay
!!