Gloriously triumphant
Masterpiece sublime
to the wind
We rode out to the edge of something
With a fever and a smile.
We took our happy hearts along with us
But set them somewhere as we went.
We spoke of hope and happiness
Though our feet went another way.
We held onto tomorrow's sunshine
While throwing today's away.
"Start anew," she whispered
When reality showed the truth.
"Walk the road to better times with me,"
She called out to the wind,
Moving in the opposite direction
Of his cold, forgetting heart.
just you
You save me.
In little ways, you do,
Just by being you.
You make me smile.
You give me stability and variety.
You cause me to stop and take notice.
You give me something to look forward to.
You exist without feeling,
Yet you convey much
Just by being you.
keep going
What the void is saying?
How can I convey something true
When all the words fall flat?
Looking out the window,
Searching out the window,
Breathing in and out,
Taking in more than I can give back,
This is not me,
Yet I don't know how to stop
This turning of the tide
That is changing the shores on which we walk.
What can we do but keep going?
What can we do more—we can let ourselves dream.
standing a chance
He said it in such a way that it could have been
Left where he set it in the conversation.
The words were natural, uncontrived, unforeseen,
Yet their weight hung on the heart,
A mind set in motion
In the moment, with nothing to explain what it means.
Nothing but actions.
Now that is something.
Actions.
Actions stand a chance.
The things we do that make a difference,
Those matter.
Sometimes, most of the time,
Actions help or hurt
Actions tell the world what is important
To you.
To me.
He said a lot, then said very little.
He left me standing
Holding the bag
His bag of baggage
Only to hurt me
With silence.
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