And found a man who was a replica of you, Your doppelganger actually: Your face, your hair, your physique, And I had him make love to me, The exact same way you had described it, In your letters, Even including me reaching back, To you – I mean, him – for a kiss. It was more
She doesn’t know where he is, What he’s doing or who he’s with, She only knows the ache for him, She only knows that now he’s Just another statistic: His life turned to ashes, The moment he hurt her, (She had the garage door down, And the engine was running), He’s the fifth one now more
She’s not sure she thinks of herself as attractive anymore: The daily battles had whittled her down so that there was nothing left, Just a soul-less sack of saggy flesh and brittle bones that would make good compost, Besides, the only thing she knew for sure about love was that it was transient, And yet more
. . . 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
She liked to “rescue” the hopeless cases, Or that was what she was told anyway, But also, he had to have a way with words, To read her soul, to woo her back as she was walking away, Reminisce over the good times, Talk to her about nothing, in particular, to relax her, Gratefully receive more
I knew you before I read your words, I sensed your spirit and spoke with you, Before ever I saw your name, And there you were shining like a ray of sunshine, “Don’t get too carried away, though” I told myself, “Life is still life, after all,” This dark night of the soul has me more
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
It’s as if you feel unworthy of my love, When the truth is that every man gets compared to you; I went with him, because he reminded me of you! Because, the garage door was down!! And the car engine was running!!! It was like living on a rollercoaster inside a maze, But then 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.