Hey!

Hey!
Tell me that story again,
the one about that thing,
you know the one I mean
the one you used to tell me all the time—
when we were cuddling on the couch
you’d start by saying—
hey,
did I ever tell you about,
you know,
the thing
the thing?
Oh yes—
no,
yes,
no,
the thing?
Oh, the thing,
yes—
what thing,
you know it,
I do?
You do,
oh the thing, yes—
tell it to me now
I love that story

That thing

I live in cupboards dark
I am almost a thing of the past
was once used in abundance
life was good
rewarding, taken for granted perhaps
Oh damp
depressing
dark place
where I sit—
for that person to remember me
rare times
special times they are
relished thought
giddy with pleasure and want for more
remember me—
again
make me a part of your world—
again
languid pleasures of yesterday
today, technology scares me
life is fast
time is never enough,
no wonder really
I am forgotten

Heavy

This thing—
this heavy
heavy
thing,
such a burden—
such a load
heavy to carry
this load,
upon my back—
poor back
the weight
the heaviness of it all
trying
trying desperately—
to ease,
the burden
the load
share
the load,
pass it around
but no one cares,
no one wants to help,
just a little—
please?
A little—
even for a short while
until,
I gather the strength
to do it all again

A memory

Yesterday it rained
the entire day
fat drops of water
fell from the sky
they were angry—
fell so hard
pelting against the windows
of my house and I sat and watched
and then decided to take a walk
in the rain
not something I would do
though I felt the need
I took my umbrella
the one you bought me—
red stripes
fraying ends
wire poking out
from when that great wind swept it up
that one time—
small pin holes
I should have thrown it out
but never could make myself do so
saturated as soon as I stepped off the front porch
the rain came from all directions
slicing straight through to my skin
No point not continuing
so I did—
down the street
across the road
and that's where I saw you
waiting
standing still
drenched
like stray kitten
matted fur
matted clothes clinging to your body
you looked—
I looked
I walked—
you looked
until I got to the other side
and there we stood
wet face to wet face
I brought the umbrella down
black hair clinging to my face
in my eyes—
I waited for your smile
so I could smile
you turned
I reached for you
but you were gone

Storage compartments

Young at heart
in mind
in a shell of an old person
stuck with legs that won’t budge—
nimble once
arms that are weak
that had the strength of a lion once
young mind
compartmented
into sections
holding bays
for those memories
that happened so long ago
oh—
if only
to relive them
down aisles and aisles
forgotten ones
stored in the back
valid once,
not any more
I hear me speak
no one listens
I hear me talk
there’s no one there
who says I have nothing
to say—
stay
for a while
at least,
please—
you’ll see

Burned

Burned from the inside out
ash
covers my being
floating bits
of me—
float to the sky
into the air
to the sea
tiny parts
of my heart
of my body
and of my mind
flutter through the wind
fall still—
upon the ground
gather with other bits of nothing
or something
that meant something
or nothing–
once
to someone
or something
and now are gone
or not
who knows
really

The time

If ever I get lost
and wonder where I am supposed to be
I take the time to breathe
count and
collect my thoughts
take time for me
I breathe a little easier
and things become clear
there is always a tomorrow
a new day
for life
for new beginnings
and I know that I will be
the person I dream to be