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Side Of The Road

Trying to imagine

where I am

standing by the side of the road.

Thinking about memories

thinking about a time

when I really didn’t know

where I would be

in another decade

or in time.

I think about her,

and I remember,

standing here with her,

holding hands,

feeling the icy frost

of the winter’s night,

looking at the stars,

imagining nothing else

could ever come in between,

we were together.

Standing on the side of the road,

imagining what life

might be again

if we could circle back

and remember

what it was

held us here together

time in those moments

when time really didn’t change

We just were in the moment.

That was a happy time.

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This Pressured Mind

Seems a quiet resistance

comes alive when alone,

wondering about the now,

forgetting about the past,

or wanting to,

wishing we could.

The future is unknown

tomorrow we’ll wake again,

decide upon the morning,

a breakfast or simply juice.

Begin the day with coffee

reflecting on last night,

maybe last week,

wondering in the moment,

what’s next

a cup of coffee

new thoughts

trailing through my mind.

I wonder about her,

childhood,

just when we were kids,

filled with fantasy

and not even a remote awareness

all the years ahead of us.

What would it be like

if one day we wake,

and all those moments are gone,

and they’re just right now,

sitting in my chair

having a coffee

wondering about the day ahead,

wondering if she might ever know.

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When, Yesterday

If I could go back to the way it was,

I might wish to remain with today,

so many skeletons,

all the confusion,

and yet in the moment I would

throw it all away.

I wonder about nostalgia,

what it means in our lives

good memories and sad occasions,

we are all caught in a cycle

of testing the waters,

finding a way to avoid

the human drama

of getting by, of confidence,

of understanding the reasons why.

If I could go back to yesterday,

it might be only to figure out a way,

to not lose you,

to speak the truth,

not paint pretty pictures,

only live the moment,

only find you in my arms,

where life truly matters,

the two of us,

in a travel of serendipity

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Beauty is Memory

To imagine,

she might be nearby

if only words can tell me,

I would make them up in my mind

to have you closer to me,

feel your warm affection,

that compassionate soul

I once held in my arms.

I feel these emotions,

saddle me,

I cannot move sometimes,

and then I realize

I’m living, I’m alive,

and she would want that for me.

She is beauty in a special day,

when the stars align at night,

the radiant blue of a sunny day,

she’s all these things,

wrapped into her soul,

a certain elegance

in how she carries her own pain,

once shared with me,

once comforted,

oh did I hold your love with my heart.

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Come and Go

These moments in our lives

when we pine over loss

anniversary days

a significance

others may not understand.

We want to hold on

to why they feel

so important,

we center our lives around them.

~

These moments in our lives

dig deeper in our psyche.

We feel like we connect

enough to say hello.

Our fears might be alone,

a silent solace.

The hours tick away

we struggle to find our way.

~

I made it through another one

seems the days do come and go.