LONG AFTER I remember the pain, sometimes. The all-consuming passion, rarely. Now hearing your name, nothing. When seeing your face, confusion. Something once so powerful, destroyed. The hurt is gone, relief. Along with the love… regret?
SMOULDER Barely contained warmth. Heady anticipation. Waiting, wanting – ache.
SHARED SPACE There once was a lady who shared some space, With another she would like to smack in the face; The muttering, the mumbling, The incoherent jumbling, Made it difficult to occupy the very same place.
3J’s A cry in the sky. Above, gnarly brown fingers – Three blue jays, perched high.
RESPITE A morning’s surprise – A thin sheen of dewy grass. Faint hint of a thaw.
PHONY Always smiling, sweet. Kind, saccharin voice – masking, Malcontent, discord.
BELIEVE Pale light, greeting me. Dark, cold but with a promise, Of a warmth to come.
The Unbroken Wheel How joyful I was in that job so new, But wait, a betrayal – Ned Stark is that you? A freshly baked drama, No escaping the trauma, Because yes, Littlefinger, I see you too.