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Dec 2011 Thomas R Parsons

Don't Ask

Dec 2011 Thomas R Parsons

T R H

If anyone were to ask me,
for some reason,
when was the last time
I was touched by someone
who loves me.
The answer would be simple.

                                      Never.

But if they were to ask
perhaps,
when was the last time
I was touched by someone
with nothing but empty,
primal lust
I would sadly have to admit

                                       Last week.

Even stranger,
if they were to ask,
when was the last time
that I was left
feeling worthless
and incapable of normalcy.
There would be no answer
because it's
                                       Constant.

But they won't ask.
So I'll tell them anyway.

Dec 2011 Thomas R Parsons

Fool's Gold

Dec 2011 Thomas R Parsons

Audrey Howitt

Fool's Gold

Talented fool that I am,
I keep looking for myself
In the words that I write,
And I come up empty.

Copyright/All rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2011

Dec 2011 Thomas R Parsons

The Notebook of Dreams

Dec 2011 Thomas R Parsons

Audrey Howitt

The Notebook of Dreams

I had not intended to write this today
As the sun shines
Through waning days of autumn
I had thought to write
Or of my garden, overgrown
Or of my love for husband or daughters
But
Out of every pore
Loneliness crept out
Showing its face in decayed light
Not joy
Not even ever-defining chores
That surround and fill my day
But the loneliness
That seeps into
Crevices and bone
Making marrow of nights and days
In timely fashion
Perhaps
This was not what I asked for
Or maybe not
But nonetheless
It crowds my thoughts
And permeates my view
I am tempted to cry
The tears of resignation
But remain dry-eyed
In the face of this
My enduring legacy of fear
When I am no more
Will you have known
My secret heart
Will you have found this,
My secret notebook of dreams?

Dec 2011 Thomas R Parsons

I Remember

Dec 2011 Thomas R Parsons

S

I Remember

I remember those little notes we wrote
The tiny pieces of our hearts that were scattered across our life
I remember the way we would laugh at nothing
Tears welling in our eyes because our bodies couldn't absorb all the happiness we had inside
I remember the nights we would lay together
Sharing with one another what we
would never reveal to the world
I remember holding hands in the car
From a trip down the road to the countryside of another place
I remember all of our silly moments, our shared tears,
and those little things that pulled our big worlds together.
I remember everyday how easy it is to remember you.
And how impossible the task of forgetting you will be.