Turn away...

Now and again, looking for anything but,
the past is found,
in photos bright and happy, vibrant, telling.
And though quickly turning from them
lest, caught in a whirlpool,
I am soon swept deep within
and in those memories drown.

Real, nothing else

Like saccharine to sugar, there is no substitute that takes your place.

For months I've tried... each time coming away empty, cold. In my mind, plastic centerpieces, where, from across the room all is tantalizing, but nearer, finding no fragrance, no bitterness, no sweetness inside, I'm again disappointed and again withdrawal wanting nothing at all.

Always, compared to the real, artificial never measures-up. It lacks everything the heart desires. Why settle for less than genuine, less than real, less than you? At least a scent, a sliver, a glance, a wisp and even a void is real. And isn't that better than fake?

U-shaped...

What do we do when the heart is torn out
When there is nothing left but a u-shaped void

Let me once more touch you
let me stretch across the vastness
and caress you
let me reach in and hold your heart tenderly

For I long to see myself again in your eyes
and shower in your giggles

For nothing and no one fills the u-shaped void
the wilderness memories, the vast, unending starkness
of life without you.

Existence

If not my love
then my friend
If not friendship
An acquaintance
If not an acquaintance
Then mere existence
For
without you
life is not living

but with you...
life unfolds
reveals its full joy.

Revealed

A drapery diaphanous
she flows
through windows open
slowly billows
And though beautiful in calm...
through breezes her strength revealed
a kinetic, moving grace
yawning, draping, whipping, gaping
she flows
loved, cherished, adored.