Poetry

Easy?

Isn’t the hardest part supposed to be leaving?
At least, that’s what they say.
I find the leaving to be the easy part.
It’s the picking up of the phone to call that is hard.


Mammaw

Sitting there,
Grinning from ear to ear,
Having a laugh,
Playing a game of dice with the family.
Calling everyday to see
How all are doing.
Visits from those who care.
Isn’t this how its supposed to be?
Family.
What a wonderful word,
Simple.
Short.
But says it all.
Family is those who come to see
You whenever they get a chance.
At least three days out of a week.
Talking on the phone even more.
That’s cause.
They’re Family.


Who's love?

He sat there, staring at the floor
What is it that he could be thinking about?
Is it me or does it feel chilly
I hope it’s not just me
Love.
I love him, I think.
But what does love mean?
A word with many meanings.
Love.
Does he think of the lost love of another?
Or does he think of me?
I hope it’s me.
Chilly.
I know it’s just my nerves.
Should I kiss him?
Or would he reject me?
Or, when kissing, would he see me?
Or another?
I do not know,
For I do not know his mind.
I want to know his mind.
Why can’t I know his mind?
Why won’t he let me in?
Why?
Love.
Because he dwells on another’s face
Another’s touch
Another’s kiss.
But I too have done this
I have moved on
But will he?
And when he does,
Will he come running to my arms?
Or to another’s?
Love.
Why is it so damned complicated?


Why?

Sitting here
Waiting for his call
A text
Anything to show
He is thinking about me
Is he?
Hope
It’s a dangerous thing
Get high on it
And something will come along
And tear it down.
Love
Just a word that gets
Thrown about without
Any real feelings behind it
Why?
ME
Why?
HIM
Does it have to be this way?
Does it have to hurt this bad?
Wouldn’t it be easier to suffer alone?
Or are we too stubborn to let our feelings show?
Should I tell him,
Or let him be?
I don’t know anymore
For I don’t even know myself anymore.
Why?
Cause hope is contagious
Why?
Cause love has its terrible hold on my heart
Strings attached and all
Too bad we can’t control a damn thing.
Too bad,
Cause we will both have
To fall sometime.