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Leigh Marie Jan 2019
Every morning I make my bed
I roll off the mattress and immediately get to work
Straightening my blankets and folding them back
Plumping the spread with throw pillows that were gifted to me and don’t quite go together

But the morning after you leave I lay in the bed a little longer
Leave it messy and tangled even as I leave the house
I come home to a reminder of you being with me for one more night
Messy and tangled

I get into my unmade bed and remember how warm you made me feel
How I didn’t need the layers of blankets for heat and pressure cause
You were there with me
Messy and tangled
Havent we been here before

This morning I made my bed
The sheets were strewn across my room
Requiring a little more effort cause I had neglected them yesterday trying to keep a token of you being with me
I left this morning starting a new week with a made bed but
I want you to be with me
again
Messy and tangled
A cup of coffee
and a night of rain
To recall memories of the past
to pass the present in vain

Remembering all the moments
that together we shared
Drowning myself in laments
memories upon memories, layered

I wait for death to take me
And put an end to this pain
Till then..
A cup of coffee
In a night of rain.
Colm Jan 2019
Give me a quiet day
Where someone remembers
The tallness of trees
And the will to stop and speak to them
To wake them up and then
Sometimes it's the littlest things
babygirl45 Dec 2018
DAD
He never looked for praises
He was never one to boast
He just quietly working
For the ones he loved the most
His dreams were seldom spoken
His want were very few
And most of the time his worries went unspoken too
He was a firm foundation
Though all our storms of life
A sturdy hand to hold on to
In time of stress and strife
A true friend we could turn to
When times were good or bad
One of our greatest blessing
That man we called
Dad
my dad was a wonderful man
Alexander Foe Dec 2018
A miraculous flow of events
led me back to you
I don't often weep as I write
but today my typing is doused with tears
of Happiness.

Accidentally, I uncovered memories of the Past
that I cannot return to
Regret is the only thing I can do
Pity is the only sadness I feel
apart from great, bubbling Bliss.

The memory unearthed
like buried treasure
it's contents are still
good as new, brings me
immense Joy.

I still want to pursue it,
like a naive child
with his favorite pearl
that shines and
never Dulls.

I hear in the distance:

"Ring A Ring O’ Roses        
A Pocket full of posies    
Atishoo! Atishoo!      
We all fall down"

I grab your hand: Maybe if I held on longer?

"The cows are in the meadows,
Eating buttercups,
Atishoo! Atishoo!
We all jump up!"

It's ending: I don't want to let go!

I, will always remember this moment we had together.

"Fishes in the water,
Fishes in the sea,
We all jump up,

With a 1, 2, 3!"
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