Once again he has pulled out the plug
so fast.
He did it once before.
I'm here hurting.
I guess his feelings for someone else
are stronger.
I'm left very small
on the beach
as the waves move outward
their backs to me.
He zoomed in so fast
and now has zoomed out
so fast.
I could never really keep in step
with his dance.
But now the dance floor is empty.
Writing out my sadness
like talking to a sympathetic soul.
The paper who is there
and listens and listens
and does not do a fast dance
and step on my toes.
Soon the day will begin
with places to go
and people to see
and things to do.
Amazing I can still do
when I hurt so bad.
Beauty melts in my hand -
He was so there
pouring love all over me
like warm yellow butterscotch sauce
warming cold ice cream.
Now he's gone.
He tossed an excuse my way yesterday.
Now today the silence mocks me.
Paper, keep being with me
and pen, keep holding my hand.
Maybe it's time to cry
the tears, rain drops
washing away gray clouds.
Paper, keep me company,
Pen, keep holding my hand.
I cry for a time I wasn't alone
and my insides didn't hurt.
A time I had comfort.
Where is my God;
my own sense of calm?
Are they behind this thicket?
Holidays are a time
people unite and are glad to be together.
Today I'm left alone
and it hurts.
The Cheese Stands Alone game
I'm in.