It is true
               A good relationship
              Is very hard to come by
                              At
                      The same time

                       I truly believe
                       No one should
                              Ever
                       Have to chase
                       Another

                      In life we must learn
                      To pace with relationship  
                                    Not
                        to ever chase them

                      A good relationship
                      Requires two people
                      Engaged in mutual
                                 Pursuit
                      And mutual investment
                                  It’s
                      not that difficult
                                  If
                         you really care

                             For me
                
                      It’s that simple

                      if the relationship
                      Is strong
                      I’d say
                      Maintain it

                     If it’s broken
                     I’d say
                     Repair it

                     If it’s dying
                     I’d say
                     Revive it

                     If it’s dead
                     I’d say
                     Release
                     It
                    To God

                     But it’s to never ever chase
                                   For
                     It’s not worth the time .

It took me too long to realize
Things will never be the same
And it has been over seven months now
I still wince when I hear your name

By now should have let you go
Forgotten every kiss, fine line
But it is hard to give up on the one thing
I thought would always stay mine

I do not want to love you anymore
But I cannot stop the flood of memories
I feel like each time I say "him"
(Dustin) is there in parenthesis

I have waited and tried to be patient
But time has not brought any relief
I fear it will take years and years
To reach the end of this greif

There are the dead
and the dead and
the dead and the dead
floating down stream
towards the Ferry, and
there are the things
my brother, Barry, never
thought about telling me;
I am dead asleep, I am alive
and you are gone south
my brother, tell me I am that
which I am, I am dreaming
that you are not death yet,
we are  one person
getting up and going
outside naked as the day
we were born, one April
and one May, we are still
rolling down hill in the hay,
and you say we should be
shaking our fists at the moon
O, brother tell me you
miss me and I’ll tell you, too.

His head kept bumping on my shoulder
and he was not my father
or anyone I knew

he smelled as if a bath was overdue
and slept like wasn't a place better
than the ***** briefness of my shoulder.

Breaking down was my brittle patience
needled by his bristled cheek
brushed by his shabby dress,

was for rest the man hard pressed?

Wouldn't I have been nudged by pride
if the head on my shoulder was my father
happy to have him by my side?

as he gets older
does his blurry mind miss
a place where he is not alone

one or any shoulder
for an untimely nap in peace
a quiet stranger to rest upon?

her first cry

never   teared your eyes


her first smile

never   dimpled your cheeks


her first giggle

of joyous recognition

never   mothered your heart


her first word

never   tickled your ears


her first step

never   reached your arms



almost



a prayerful pause ~ spindles time

through its aperture ~ she has your eyes !

‘tho a minutest inflection ~ you see your face !

what joyous recognition ~ self ~ in-dwelt

her flutter ~ divinely felt



You named her   Grace



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