Bits

Wherever she went she left bits of her life behind her –

Not surprising to anyone who knew her

(And frequently chased after her with her forgotten keys, phone, coat)

That scattered round and about were her memories,

For what was the use of keeping them with her?

Bound about her like a tefillin,

Keeping the commandments of pain wrapped in?

What does it matter if that argument got lost on a train?

Or that heart-wrenching loss got washed, by tears, down a drain?

Anywhere will do that isn’t the brain.

Wherever she went she left bits of her life behind her,

Not  really a surprise to anyone who knew her

(And sometimes picked up after her how she felt lonely)

That scattered round and about was her past –

It didn’t matter though – it didn’t last.

Throwing stones had shattered the glass

But it couldn’t catch her if she never fled

And it couldn’t hurt her if she never bled.

 

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Becoming

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In a quiet corner

Of my existence

You bring order

Without persistence –

You’re a hoarder of resistance

And

It’s not a story of holding hands

But of holding our breath

As you implore me

To become my best.

This is how you show you adore me –

I’m blessed.

All words and images (c) of the original artist 2015

Winter Sun

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Cold and broken

Free of emotion,

He would not love anyone –

He would not thaw in the winter sun,

There would be no commotion,

He’d won.

All that was left for her to do

Was to become frozen through too,

She would not love anyone,

She would not thaw in the winter sun –

This was the cost,

She’d lost.

All words and images (c) of the original artist 2015 and may not be reproduced without permission.