*It’s National Poetry month!!!
The goal is to write a poem a day, no matter how crappy.*
One unread email.
Of course he replied. Skip and go to the next.
One unread email.
Resist the urge to throw into the trash. You can check it when you’re less wound up.
One unread email.
Don’t open it.
One unread email.
It’s surely a power move. Establish dominance, don’t engage.
One unread email.
Moved to trash.
Deleted items, now 4941 unread items.
I wanted to write of midnight and the passing of time.
I wanted to tell you of a kiss that was both incoming and outgoing.
A kiss that was a first and the sadness in the eyes of the one who gave it.
“You were my first midnight kiss,” I said smiling.
“I’m sorry, ” he replied as he kissed me again
And suddenly my midnight kiss was bittersweet and painful. And I stood there quietly listening to the pulsing of my heartbeat in my ears and the explosion of fireworks in the night sky.
“Don’t be sad for me.” I whispered. “Just let me enjoy this moment.”
I desperately wanted you to be mine, but you gave yourself away to so many others.
In secret, you threw me the remaining scraps of your attention.
And like a starving dog, begging under the table, I desperately gathered what I could to survive.
Why were you so cruel when I loved you with everything I had?
I add these to the list of questions that will forever go unanswered.
I love the color of your eyes in the morning sun as you hold me close to you– warm honey gazing at me with longing.
I love the sound of your voice, rough and sweet as we stretch and you ask me how I slept.
This is what I’d been missing. This is what I’ve been waiting for.
Curling up in your strong arms–warm and safe– for a few moments nothing else exists.
I dreamt of you last night.
I saw your face again and it was as if the last two years never happened.
I dreamt of you.
The way that stern face would break into a smile when I made you laugh.
I dreamt of you.
It was as if we were friends and confidants once more.
There was no her. There was no distance.
I dreamt of you last night and you called me Jem– the funny girl with the messy writing.
I dreamt of you and when I woke, I shook the vestiges of your face from my mind.
You are not welcome here.
Not even in my dreams.
The Secret Life of Pandas 