some things
will
forever

be mine

the warm glow of familiar places where you have never been,

the joys and wonders of sensations dragging years of accumulated memory that you cannot remember, because you hold your own

the melancholy that slips behind the face of certain words

the tender, sweet appeal of that certain way you smile, breath, and move -

all these things are only mine,
there is no way for you to know


i used to wish it was not so
that union could be deeper, break
this personal distinction, keeping
soul unmixed from soul,

but now i treasure it, and
ponder all the beauty
this truth holds:

that tightly as we hold each other
and deeply as we love
as much as soul joins hand with soul
and dances life's sweet symphony in duo
through the passing of each cloud
we still are two
separate
beings
wanting nothing more and nothing less than to live and breath

and die as one

the unmitigated separation
lends a sharper intake to the soft, sweet edge of pain
when we discover at the end
we two were never twain
in heart, in life, in purpose, in eternal destiny
for we share a mutual Maker and a mutual agony
while still our feeble bodies wend their way to join above

to God
the one and only
perfect union for our soul

a tiny little picture - our longing to be one -
finds all its true fulfillment in eternity to come

I'm almost lost without you
I see you in everything.
A huge piece of me went with you to california
Along with physical distance, came a distance much greater
we had never discussed the differences that would follow.
probably because we never thought they existed.
at least i didn't

It's been about a year since i noticed the differences
they hit me hard
where did you go, other than to the other side of the country?
I understand the hard time you're going through
I'm exploring these hard times too
I just wish you were here to help
I wish you would allow me to help

The laughs.
The. Laughs.
I hate to say it but i haven't laughed for real since you left
i miss having to catch my breath

If space is what you need, I'm willing to give you that.
but i miss my best friend, more than i miss myself.

If I took a page
out of your book,
I would never
read again.

Nightmare

I was looking for you I said,
But I'd found you nowhere.
You were silent and dead
They said in my nightmare.
They left me broken down
To walk with my feet sore.
I couldn't and tumbled down
When you were no more.
Life without you was bare,
And very agonising - I knew.
If you leave me alone here,
See I can't live without you.

S. Bharat

Beneath the embrace of our hands, ran a silver lining;
We walked along it, purposefully.
A gloomy late afternoon, a half-lit street;
We passed by dainty shops that seemed strangely uninteresting.
The dying afterglow of a summer spent together in New York,
summed up in a nervous kiss and a flurry of downward glances
— you’re leaving.

Two lovers lost from each other
fell into deep despair;
parted after a brief embrace
after morning prayer.

They could not come together, yet  
were never far away.
Sundry errands kept them busy
with duties of the day.

Twice, they stole away to unite,
their compulsion was such.
Their agitated longing grew
with every glancing touch.

Evening brought with it a reprieve
from their despondent plight.
They rested peacefully at last,
entwined all through the night.

napowrmo April 3, 2019



                         she stood              on the edge
                                of the  p
                                            r

                                           e
                                           c


                                             i
                                             p

                                             i
                                             c
                                             e

                       pebble in hand
                                   mind
                                   blanketed in fog

                      staring intently
                      quietude engulfing all

              
                      she lay on her belly
                                    arm stretched     o.      u.        t.
                                               over the abyss


                      closing her eyes
                      tipping her ear toward the           unfathomable depths
                                    she loosened her grip
                                               and began counting  




                                     infinity
                                              takes forever
                                              one number at a time



                         © rochellefoles 2019

There are so many
pieces of you,
sewn into me.

Stitch by stitch,
needle and thread.
I can't break away.

There are so many
pieces of you,
sewn into me.

I'll lie here,
on our bedspread.
Counting.

Stitch by stitch,
needle and thread.
You'll sew my limbs
into place.

You pull here or there,
tuck whats threadbare.

Tuck my foot under,
maybe I'll twitch.

I don't know how to
Separate what is me
and what was you.  

I'll never get away.

Because there are so many,
pieces of you,
sewn into me.