Listening to your silence, I heard:
Songs and prayers
Tranquility and music
Tears and smiles
Laughters and cries
Despair and hope
Sorrows and joys
Loathing and longing
Passion and peace
Whispers and loud voices

Hussein Dekmak

In loving you, no apologies I make,
My heart breaks, its pieces start to ache.
Meeting you, a bittersweet delight,
Knowing I'll never be her shadow's light.

True love knows no bounds, no demands,
I accepted you, flaws and all, no reprimands.
Yet, as you choose to return to her embrace,
My heart's agony, I struggle to erase.

I'd ****, I'd die, I'd steal for you, it's true,
A love so deep, a bond that still holds true.
Forever and a day, I'll be yours to keep,
Even as my heart shatters, my soul does weep.

Hey hubby,
Aftermath,
You devalued the entire outburst.
The Glare is rejecting your dignity. It holds on to your upturned dynamic, crashing its pieces in front of our confrontation’s stanza and repeatedly punching your troubling typos in order to escalate another love conundrum out of our rending fight. Afterward, do you think that we are presumably still each other’s sanctuary?

- The Poetic Soul.

How does one lose a creature gracefully…?

Is it possible to just be okay with a quick goodbye under the hum of those awful fluorescent lights? Would it have been easier, kinder, softer, if the lights were lamps scattered about the space, yellow and murmuring? When does the gut-wrneching tightening stop? Will I ever let the sadness of it leave my chest?

Sitting in this complacent grief even months after it all is kind

I know that the grief will let me cry and I know that when I do, it doesn’t judge me for my “I wish things could go back to normal.” Because regardless of how familiar the New Ways become, it still isn’t the same. I am bookended by these two creatures that have and continue to adore the Earth I walk on. But the Old Ways stick with us for longer than we’d maybe like.

But in filling that little empty nook, the small nest where a dog named Nelson used to lie, I’ve forced myself to grow, to become changed.

My adult life started when I got Nelson, and it started again when I had to let him slip through my trembling fingers. And it continues on with this new creature named Franklin, who sits just to the left of that Nelson shaped divot.

Loving things that leave you utterly shattered is what makes us so mendable, forgetful, endlessly desperate for devotion…

The whole scene will replay in 10 years time, and I will be even more ruined then.

We keep going back and forth
I am tired of playing tennis
Tell me if you really want this

I can’t keep putting you first
I wish we had the same thirst
I am tired of being third

How long will we play
Before one of us flees
Because someone always leaves

This time I don’t want to go
I don’t ever want to be your foe
I want to stay with you  

You have your walls high
Never giving too much
That’s why we’re out of touch

Out of sight but not out of mind
You know I wish you were mine
And not someone else’s dime

Your heart has space for one
I know she’s the one for you
I wish that could be undone

It is never the right time for us
I wish I could trust and not fuss
But I know this is all superfluous

If you ever love again
I want to be her
I hope this waiting isn’t in vain.