When the swingball clicks
When the twelfth bell rings
When the landlord
Is tapping his foot
To ask WHY!?!
For the hundredth time
Will serve you
Not one ****
When the birds
Hunker down
And stop singing
All music gone
The pants stop swinging
Look on the bright side
It's a new beginning
To wander unbound
And alone.
Alone.

Like bubbles in a glass of untouched soda water, waiting for eager lips to bring them to life,
My passion shrank and sank with shame beneath the weight of your indifference, fizzling away into oblivion.
The bouquet of roses, I had carefully picked out to greet you,
Lost its fragrance as the aging petals crumbled into dark dust.
Every time I lit a candle, its flickering light became a constant reminder of the lingering question: Why wasn't my light enough?

Hello there
How you doing
We haven't talked before
I know we might have
Seen each other
That's a lie
I've loved you
From afar
I know I shouldn't say this
But we've lived a life complete
With kids grandkids
And side kids
On both sides
That's a relief
It took just
A few minutes
As I saw you walking up
Time simply dilated
And that was tough
Enough.