My heart broke recently. If my life was a book, the reader would have seen it coming before me. They might have been screaming at me to turn around. Most of my friends did. They saw the doom on the horizon and braced themselves. But, I am stubborn and kept sailing toward it. Right off the edge.
The beach was broken. There wasn’t much of a shore to explore At least at first... Further on the path Around the bend And through a mangrove forest There was some sand for my toes. And waves to rinse away All the residue that has been clinging To every step I take, weighing down Thought, …
The last kiss has been given And missed the lips The last caress stroked another hip Endings bring peace with time Only if you see them...
Living on air Loving a shadow Trapped in limbo
Day follows day Night becomes An endless series Of tosses And love untended Still grows Among the weeds and trash Forgotten but not In the heart that held it close Always There Always there.
Lips that I crave Though I walked away For love For love of those lips & of the man Who would have waited For my love to return
Lucinda Rose 