My Corner of the World

Untitled Haiku

A silence creeps in

like darkness falling at night

we listen for life.

Look at how far

It’s so strange

sitting here in a crowded cafe, waiting for the sun to go down

so I can better see my computer screen,

Searching online

      for old friends who don’t want to be found

Knowing five years ago I wouldn’t have even been able to imagine where I am now.

I wish I could just say to them,

look at how far I’ve come

Mama’s Boy

Trapped in the reflection

of your mother’s eyes

she insists you are above me

and yet

I see you pacing

                      in black and white

trying

         to escape from her

attempting to make a break for it

          to run back to me

          but to no avail

I call out your name, my love

and wake up

Hungry for a Stanza

some poems

practically write themselves,

others don’t arrive for days

after

the moments from which

they were inspired:

sometimes an image

sometimes a rhyme

sometimes nonsense

and

sometimes a lie

it’s all

part of the facade

of a creative person

and

her

paint by number

dreams—-

in this colorful world,

she wants to

shake awake,

to feed the masses

on her words. 

Alone, where you left me

I remember

my heart opened wide

the glint we shared in our eyes

fresh from union

awakened to new love

in that second

I realized I loved you

but

I didn’t know how to hold on

when you let go

I want to cry out to the divine

why did our love wither on the vine

and all I know

is that you had no logic

left to appeal to reason

when you departed this world

everybody has something

I confess. I recently went on a “My So-Called Life” episode watching binge. When I look back, it’s as though the character Angela Chase taught me everything there was to know about being a teenage girl.

Later, I dreamed Jared Leto kissed me. Not the present day Jared Leto, mind you, but as he appeared in “My So-Called Life.” In my dream, I divulged to him a secret that usually makes or breaks my relationships. He shrugged, smiled wide, and said, “Everybody has something.” His blue eyes shone brilliantly, and the feeling of acceptance I awoke with was palpable.

I have no idea what this dream means, nor what my psyche was trying to tell me. It was just a beautiful experience. 

How fickle my love

I wonder

how I survived

this rainiest year on record

without you

I felt like those kisses and heartbreak

all happened

to someone else,

and they did:

it’s been more than

seven years,

cell by cell,

I’ve become

a whole new person

Which is good

because

losing you

nearly destroyed me