The Best For You Both

Sometimes I wish you knew
The things I would tell him, regarding you
But I know that isn’t my place to do

I definitely made a joke or two
About your age, at your expense
But I never scorned you when it mattered
Even though I always knew your intent

Maybe it makes you feel good
To think I want what you have
Maybe it helps keep you feeling
Lucky to have gotten it back

But I am not envious
I’m not pining for what’s gone
It isn’t what I lost that hurts
It’s the damage its done

But that’s why I write
It’s how I get it all out
But just because I post a thought
That doesn’t mean it’s all I’m thinking about

I’ve got a brain like a bullet train
I wouldn’t expect you to know
You’re a stranger at the railway station
I wouldn’t recognize as foe
You can think what you want of me
From what he wanted you to know
But the truth is (most of the time)
I wish the best for you both

inked pages

will the sum of my memories
ever hold more meaning
than this
emotions and thoughts
filling these inked pages
in long skinny lists

will my experiences
my feelings, my words
be lost, forgotten like
the millions of others’
we’ve lost in the world

one day i’ll be forgotten
when my loved ones
are generations of the past
or maybe i’ll exist
as long as these
inked pages last

september

alone with my thoughts amid winds in early september. among greens and trees and fall, pre-splendor.

coffee shop

lost
in my
thoughts
amongst
the clinking
of coffee cups
dim lights
and red vinyl
hollow eyes
and halfhearted
smiles

pages and pieces.

that little notebook
beside my bed
holds all the poems
that you never read

the thoughts i needed
to get out of my head
the ones i thought
were better left unsaid

when i felt lost
that book was my stage
old teardrops stain
almost every page

i re-read those words
as i make a new start
to try and collect the pieces
of my broken heart

somehow i’ll manage
to fashion them together
but those pieces, like those pages
will always remember

regret

most days i believe
that it’s silly to regret
because life is like a time line
that hasn’t been finished yet
all you need to do is see
that each and all the times you’ve spent
with every person you have met
has shaped the person you will be
you exist in your mind
in your memories
in your thoughts
your outlook on the issues
that the human condition may wraught