Forgive and Forget

Today
the last day of my
loving you is
at hand.

in hand,
a pen,
writing the last
poem about you
for you
to you.

my pain gone
as my love is.
winter is too intense
a season

to have
a single memory
of you.

And now
I ceremoniously dispose
of every object connected
with you
I need another u-haul.

I feel good
I am worthy.

I am worthy of my life an
all the good that is in it.
I am worthy of creativity,
sensitivity and appreciation.

And I thank you
for everything
that never would have been without
your disruptions.

Comfort begins to arrive

one thing I forgot:

after the
pain of parting
comes the
happiness of healing.

rediscovering
life, friends, self.

Joy

You hitched-hiked

You hitch-hiked your way
into my
strictly conservative life
and sprinkled a bit
of wanderer's dust

that you brushed
from your jacket
into my heart
and turned me against
the established things

a little wanderer's lust
gripped my soul
and unknowingly or
maybe not

you swung a bit of love
tied on a string
before my eyes
(like a tidbit before a dog)
I brushed aside the people
who tried to restrain
me
from snapping at the string

...just as
I readied myself
to leap
you pulled the string away
turned,
and walked
haughtily
towards the road again

...now that I
have regained
my fool's composure
and have begged
forgiveness
for my erotic behavior
I scold myself
for being so very childish.

but I still look
when I see a hitch-hiker
knowing it's the
only way
I may ever
see you again.

Strong and Independent

a new morning
of a
new life
without you.

so?

there will be others,
much finer
much mine-er.

and until then
there is me.

and because I treated
you
well,
I like me better.

also, the sun rises

A New Day Tuesday

I shall miss loving you.

I shall miss the
Comfort
of your embrace.

I shall miss the
Loneliness
of waiting for your
calls that never came.

I shall miss the Joy
of your comings,
and Pain
of your goings.

and,
after a time,
I shall miss

missing
loving
you.

911 Whats your emergency?

Help me up my friend
dust me off
feed me your warmth
you are my comfort

let me lean on you
until I can again stand
alone
I will then stand taller
and you will be proud
to have a friend
such as I.

Limbo

my life has fallen down
around me before-
lots of times-
for lots of reasons-
usually other people.

and most of the time
I was fortunate enough
to have a large lump of
that life hit me on the
head and render me numb
to the pain and desolation
that followed.
and I survived
and I lived to Love again.

But This,
this slow erosion from below
or within
It's me falling down around my life
because you're still in that life
...but not really.
and you're out of that life
...but not quite