Return

A patient pause gives way
Two hearts fluttering in time
As space between them builds
Their peace slowly dying
A beautifully staged play
But now the page turns
No longer bound as one
The world crashes and burns
All things are ending now
As everything eventually must
Time has come to concede
Return this relationship to dust

Defiance

Defiance

A brief blast of breeze

Crushes clay to dust

Daring Death to

Extend ennui

Forever

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Replete

Replete

My pillow lies empty

It bears the impression

I catch a scent

Of your dulcet fragrance

And it moves me to tears

The absence of you

Crushes me

My dust settles here

As a tribute to your memory

Born on the wind

It will seek you out

Settle in your deepest recesses

Become part of you

As we will join

Once More

No longer divided

But

Replete

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In Perfect Love and Perfect Trust

In perfect love and perfect trust

We go where feelings stray

The antithesis of love is lust

Our love is built on cosmic dust

We fade not all away

In perfect love and perfect trust

Our fading love is on the cusp

In plain sight our feelings lay

The antithesis of love is lust

But martyr’d men and women must

For the good of each other say

The antithesis of love is lust

In perfect love and perfect trust

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The Spoils

There are two sides to every story

Only one is generally heard

To the victor go the spoils

To the loser not a word

Who cares what happens later

If the losing is the cost

When the time has come for counting

The die has to be tossed

A decision must be made

An answer must be given

Time cannot be stretched

And history cannot rewritten

When the battle’s over

When the dust has cleared

No one ever really wins

It’s always worse than feared

This parable is not about

A war torn battleground

But the battles faced everyday

Time to face another round

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The Best Place to Start

When memory fades

When the dust settles

Will your name be remembered?

Will the ancient choirs of angels

Sing you to sleep in your grave?

Pardon me for being so dire

But I can’t help but wonder

As memory starts to fade

If it was that wonderful at all

Were you really that good?

It was brief after all

Time filters our memories

Were you a friend?

An enemy in disguise?

Sometimes we need a fall

To show us how high to reach

Sometimes bottom

Is the best place to start