for I am missing you too
and have plotted our reunion carefully.
Restraint
some cordial greetings, a handshake perhaps
kiss on the cheek and tell me how you’ve been
awkward this
We’ll sit on the sofa to hear of our travels and adventures
savoring, waiting,
Anticipation
then I will begin
“tell me. . .” and the conversation will turn from innocence
and you will make yourself distant and available
politely telling the expected lies,
Feigning surprise at my suspicions
Until worn down with frustration
I believe you
and have plotted our reunion carefully.
Restraint
some cordial greetings, a handshake perhaps
kiss on the cheek and tell me how you’ve been
awkward this
We’ll sit on the sofa to hear of our travels and adventures
savoring, waiting,
Anticipation
then I will begin
“tell me. . .” and the conversation will turn from innocence
and you will make yourself distant and available
politely telling the expected lies,
Feigning surprise at my suspicions
Until worn down with frustration
I believe you
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Sometimes some things get broken,
Broken beyond repair;
Sometimes some things get so lost,
You forget they were ever there.
Sometimes, some people, they wear out;
there's nothing left to say,
and just when you'd wished they'd disappear,
You find they've slipped away;
Sometimes some words get so obscured,
and what is said
isn't what is heard,
and all this writing only serves
to add to the confusion;
Sometimes the grandest gestures,
are doomed to crash and fail;
sometimes the finest actions
are played out to no avail.
Some times drag on forever;
measured lifetimes without end;
Sometimes some things get broken,
So broke they'll never mend;
Sometime when all your tears are wept,
and spilled into the sea;
Sometime when you have erased your life,
and swept up the debris
Sometime when you have fixed yourself
You'll turn around and see
That I was never broken;
that you abandoned me
(that you discarded me)
Broken beyond repair;
Sometimes some things get so lost,
You forget they were ever there.
Sometimes, some people, they wear out;
there's nothing left to say,
and just when you'd wished they'd disappear,
You find they've slipped away;
Sometimes some words get so obscured,
and what is said
isn't what is heard,
and all this writing only serves
to add to the confusion;
Sometimes the grandest gestures,
are doomed to crash and fail;
sometimes the finest actions
are played out to no avail.
Some times drag on forever;
measured lifetimes without end;
Sometimes some things get broken,
So broke they'll never mend;
Sometime when all your tears are wept,
and spilled into the sea;
Sometime when you have erased your life,
and swept up the debris
Sometime when you have fixed yourself
You'll turn around and see
That I was never broken;
that you abandoned me
(that you discarded me)
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There's a smile that plays about her lips,
Fleet, the half-remembered kiss,
or half-forgotten trysts?
a distant look, distracted,
She steers the conversation
to safer destinations -
elusive now; the sphinx will keep her secrets;
she's enigmatic.
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