The People We Meet


Every path,

Every schedule change,

Every slight detour

Has the potential

To lead to something amazing.

Chance encounters

Followed by mystic events

Bringing us

Surprising gifts

In the people

We meet.

Missed appointments,

Delayed plans,

All tend to put us

In each others paths.

I can clearly see

How small changes

Small schedule mishaps,

Have brought you

Right here

To me.

A simple bus ride,

A lost application,

A last-minute invite.

All of these things

Influencing

Where we have been

And the people we meet.

No Turning Back


Constantly

We come upon crossroads

A choice we must make.

Do we face our fears?

Or do we run in a panic?

Do we experience the unknown?

Or do we take the safe path,

Possibly losing the best thing

That has yet to happen in our lives.

Do we risk heartbreak?

Or choose to tuck our hearts away?

Putting our fragile hearts back into the glass case

In end the still breaking it

Only because now

You long for what you once had

And things will never be the same.

The future possibilities now gone.

Crossroads are a tricky thing.

Choices that forever change your path.

They can bring great happiness,

Or lessons to shape our characters.

In the end,

We must all have faith

In the choices we make.

That we are blessed to receive another chance

To say what’s in our hearts,

On our minds

And this time

Choose the right path

The one you knew

You should have chosen

The first time

Finally Free


I have sat here alone with thoughts of you spontaneously drifting,

Floating through my mind.

I have finally been forced by my own heart and spirit,

To face what I have ignored.

Feelings bubbling to the surface,

Silent tears form.

Releasing all the hurt and pain,

That I have stored.

I have spent too long trying to be angry,

Too much time trying to hate you for leaving.

My mind understood your reasoning,

My heart felt a bullet,

Shards of shrapnel piercing the tender spots.

I have spent months saying I was finished,

Saying that I had forgiven,

Insisting that I moved on.

I find ignoring those feelings easy,

When you are out of sight and out of mind.

Then suddenly you reappeared on the outskirts of my life.

The tears and spontaneous thoughts cause me to finally admit,

I am not angry, nor upset.

I only find it harder to say,

That I still love you.

Now that my internal battle is complete,

I can tuck away these words

And finally be free.

No longer will they be lodged in the back my mind

Haunting the background of my life.

Finally letting go of our possibilities,

Putting to rest our past,

To that chapter of our history,

I can say goodbye at last.

Fading Memory


Small town

Making it hard

To hide

To leave

Unfinished business

Far behind

Shoved away

Out of sight

And out of mind

Forced to face

Moments

From the past

Ghosts

Emotions

We choose

To ignore

In an attempt

To move on

In life’s

Infinite ways

To force us

To grow

And deal

With these

Vulnerabilities

Insecurities

And hurt

Eventually

The lesson

Is learned

In the time apart

My rose-colored glasses

Have been removed

No longer blinded

By my once

Great love for you

Now

It’s no longer

About disappearing

To move on

It’s about

Staying right here

Where

I have always belonged

Now as I grow

Becoming my best me

You become a faded face

In the background

Fitting

Like a fading memory

Reminders and Memories


New year

New beginnings

Cleaning out the old

To welcome the new

Finding items

That once belonged

To you

Sitting here

Waiting

For a rush of emotion

A touch

Of what we had

 

Now

This shirt

Your forgotten hat

Serve only as

A vague reminder

Lost in dream land

 

Pictures

Showing

That small window

Of time

When we thought

There was

The rest of our lives

 

Having parted ways

Never speaking

These days

We only have

These reminders

And memories

That stayed

Ease The Slack


With every moment

Hour

Day

I contemplate

On what I said

What I did

 

What was I expecting?

For what

Was I hoping?

 

Was it

For the magic

To continue?

For it to grow?

 

Second thoughts

Giving

My mind a row

Tumbling through

Ego talking

Like it knows

 

Freezing my heart

I left on my sleeve

Looking

For a little warmth

Just a hug

To ease some slack

On this rope

Tied from mind to heart

As this

Possible future

And Past hurt

Tug of war

Wages on

 

 

**This was originally written on 6-26-2011**