You can be alone in a noisy room full of people
20/6/2020

He left
A mark the color of red wine
Zinfandel
Placed high on cheek bone
Directly under her left eye
Such tears only bruising
It further

I didn't mean to
He simply stated

She left
A note the color of resentment
Charcoal
Placed atop bedroom dresser
Directly over her exiled contents
Such emptiness only reinforcing
It further

Once was more than enough
She simply stated

I picked a rose bud for you ,
I found it on a rose bed ,
it is not dead .
But  if you water it ,
and give it room to grow ,
it will blosom into something you don’t know .
For its buds will one day open ,
perhaps when you are curled up in bed ,
and you will think of me when I have gone ,
and all the things I said .

Those memories
come flying back
Reminding you of the past
good and bad
happy with sad

Sitting in the corner
they play
You want to remember good times
but remember the bad ones

Memories
of People
of Places
of Loved ones
and Enemies

They last for all eternity
no matter what
Things may be forgotten
but memories are not
They stay forever!

we all could meet in the dark
-the night

but there are other 'darks'
far darker

do not be afraid (Jung)(Jesus)
of your dark side

today is the longest day
for a whole year

many darks can play across your soul
but in the end;

in the end we will wake
and be astonished.

The turtle wades
In water blistered by the storm
- Bathes politely, still