I won't leave much
more than a happy
ghost when I am gone –

some poems, a peace-
ful soul at rest, some
tired, tranquil bones,

quite content to dis-
appear, no tomb
or mossy stone.

My days were sweet,
and bright; I hope
I honored every one.

If I was to tell you
There was a way to love
That was right
I would be wrong

But I've been wrong
A lot

Sometimes you're wrong
And that doesn't make you wrong
But with love
We're only wrong
Until we're right

Which is most of the time

I don't know what I'm doing
And I don't expect someone
To put up with my *******
My pain or hurt
I am not that unique
And none of us are

Our pain is the only thing
That makes us universal
Yet we argue
And debate whose is greater

We are only human
And once adults, broken
Never lose your empathy
Or your own heart

But never,
I, repeat, never
Give someone's happiness
More value than your own
Besides your children

Tomorrow, is a day
With, or without sunshine
You can smile or not
But, I promise
That, is a choice

Splinters of thoughts bombard my half woken mind,
.......and pressure consciousness to settle in...
a mix of muse and the devil's intrusion
disgruntles....ruins cold mornings' lethargy.
inspiration fights desperation...
the aroma of a hurried mug of instant coffee,
brings clarity, and defines my situation...
i slowly blend in...interact with my real world
table is decked with the remains of steaming
fried rice, and ham and cheese omelet...
footsteps rush towards the gate...
goodbyes are uttered...school bus waits
instant coffee's gone cold, i think of freshly brewed,
...the grinds of a new day......has just started...


Sally

Copyright Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
February 22, 2020