Going through the memories....
Going through the memories
remembering the good times
and the bad
wishing it had never ended
untucking the memories
from where I'd hidden them
looking at your pictures
reading your letters
why did it have to end ?

The tears come
and I know I'm not yet ready
and someday when I am
I'll bring out the memories
from the corner of my mind
and I'll be glad to remember
the good times
and the bad
without feeling all the pain
of loving someone
and losing them
and I'll remember you with a smile on my face
and be glad to live with all our memories

Niches....
I talked to my heart last night after
the bewitching hour and a quarter...
We discussed niches.
Each heart has them, mine tells me.
No matter how much I try to give all of my heart away
it retains a place for a special few.
And, alas, so does hers...
I guess it is an impossibility to do otherwise...
But, knowing what is happening at this moment
still squeezes my heart and makes it sob,
And crack a little...and ooze blackened blood.

But...it will heal.
And, in the end, I may still be a significant niche
in her heart...
But, she won't be much of one in mine.

The Misty Rose....
So soft and elusive
so dark and mysterious
so strong
yet so fragile
so defiant
yet so vulnerable
hold it too loosely and it blows away with the wind
yet hold it too tightly and you will crush it
a challenge to hold
impossible to conquer
the mist around it seems inpenetrable
it seems to want to be free
to blow with the wind
yet when you look it's so clear
the wants and desires are written on every petal
it wants to know passion
to know joy as well as sorrow
it wants to be held
to be cherished
it wants to know love
yet hides in the mist
waiting for someone to look inside
for someone to show that they care...

I love you....
I love you
not for what
I want you to be
But for what you are

I loved you then
For what you were
I love you now
for what you have become

I miss you
And not only you

I miss what I am
When you are here...