. . . Just in case, The night is still, There’s not a sound, Except the rumbling of a distant truck, Which propels her into a memory; It was of the time when she had her babies, A marriage bed full of passion, youth & hope, It was a time long before these lean times. more
He approves of almost everything about her,
And enjoys being her hero,
So when she says she needs time,
To concentrate on her relationship with her,
He holds her so tightly that it almost hurts,
She knows he’ll always be there if she changes her mind,
“Don’t sit by the pond without me, particularly on those balmy nights!”
He will anyway,
She knows it.
He called her his “Little Nut,” Because every mighty oak, Started out as a lil’ nut that just wouldn’t quit 🙂 So she spends her days waiting for him, To wake up on the other side of the pond. Her 3am became the breaking of the fast. He was like lightning in a bottle, more
Some of my dreams didn’t come true,
But then again, most of them did,
Every love seems better than the last,
And that’s because it is.
Had he been waiting,
For someone like me?
I’m a dime-a-dozen,
I can admit it, but him!
Even with his walls & his mess inside,
I am NOT REPELLED,
I’m still gazing from afar.
This alone time; It never lasted long, Tick, tick, tick, Says the clock That’s right! Time to inflict herself, On another unsuspecting: You don’t run from, Four weddings & a marriage, Without there being, Some kind of atonement, The past was catching up with her, Karma doesn’t stay buried in the ground, She tells herself more