Saturday, December 26, 2009
A Third date is hard to come by
A First date is sketchy.
It can go either way,
Very early on.
This one went well.
Attracted from the start,
I felt comfortable
Right away.
She talked,
I listened.
I talked,
She interrupted,
But so innocently,
I hardly noticed.
She smiled
Often
And laughed
Easily.
There would be
A second date.
A Second date is awkward.
Were the feelings
From the first
Real?
Do we have anything
Left to talk about?
We do.
I cook dinner.
We eat
And continue
To talk.
So much to discover
About each other.
Constantly feeling out
The unknown.
We relax
With each other.
We loosen up
And watch a movie.
We laugh
And talk
From scene to scene.
When the night
Ends,
We look at each other.
A kiss?
Desired?
Expected.
Delivered.
Wonderful.
A Third date is hard to come by.
Especially with her.
Christmas lights.
Childlike fascination.
Talking.
Laughing.
Enjoying each other’s
Company.
Dinner out.
Casual.
Comfortable.
Talking.
Laughing.
Learning more and more
About each other.
Moments at home.
A kiss.
Kisses.
Kissing.
The night is over
Too soon.
A Fourth date
Is Forthcoming.
Water, No Ice
Thursday, December 24, 2009
3 Card Monty
Looking for the future in the present
When I wake each morning
I have to concentrate to clear my head
of the dreams I have had that night.
Always my dreams are of the past,
exactly as it was,
another mistake relived
every night.
I wake tired and confused.
I look around my room,
at the poster that fills one wall,
at the album covers
that cover another.
and at the dog by my bed.
Slowly the dreams dissipate
and the present comes into view.
I think of you.
You make it easier
to be here.
in the present.
When I rise,
I leave the past behind
and look toward the present
for my future.
16 hours
Three years, three months,
and three days ago
I fell out of love
with this world.
Since then each day
has been 16 hours long.
Every minute of every hour
accounted for.
Head down, eyes focused,
Always moving forward.
No distractions allowed.
16 hours might as well
be 16 years
when you’re trapped
within yourself
without friends,
without family,
without love.
But today I change.
I have mourned too much
for too long.
For the next 16 hours
I will watch,
I will learn,
I will return to this world
I once loved.
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
The first date
Just behind you at the door
I step forward to open it.
You turn and smile
Before walking through.
I follow you to your car
And wait patiently
As you fumble for your keys.
We look at each other.
A handshake?
A hug?
We’ve only just met
After emails
And phone calls.
We talked for hours
And shut down the bar.
We learned so much
About each other.
You’re a free spirit
And an easy talker.
I’m a listener,
But opened up to you.
We laughed
And grimaced.
We shared.
You find your keys.
We hug
And decide to meet
Again.
We drive away.
I dream about kissing you.
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
Plan B
He couldn’t remember the last time he had seen the sun. The rain had been falling steadily for days and days, but even when it stopped, the world was a dim gray. When was the last time he had looked up and felt the warmth of sunshine on his face? Days? Weeks? Months?
Officially, the rain started seven weeks ago. It started out gradually with light, scattered showers on one overcast day after another. The second week the showers grew stronger and lasted longer. Eventually the flooding began. By the third week, there was hail, horrible scary lightning storms, and more rain.
The fourth week brought lighter rain, no hail, and no lightning. It was as if we were in the eye of a storm and sure enough, the last three weeks were a repeat of the first.
People argued over what to do. Some wanted to move to Mexico. It was said that the rain had stopped there, in some parts. He knew better. He was in the travel industry and had contacts all over the world. It was raining all over the world, even in deserts. No one could explain it, least of all the weather men.
From the bedroom in his rented beach house he had a magnificent view of the ocean. Of course it would’ve been nice to witness a sunrise or sunset over the ocean, but it had been overcast since he moved in. The rain had started his moving truck pulled up to the house and had rarely stopped since.
Work was on hold, he didn’t have anywhere to travel to and nothing to write about but the damn rain and he had beaten that horse to death. He really didn’t do much day to day. He woke randomly, dressed occasionally and stared out the window incessantly. Every day was the same.
After two months o overcast skies and almost constant rain, he decided to make a move. He just couldn’t live like this. He was a shell of his former self, a semi-conscious zombie watching the world with blissful apathy. He wondered how many people out there killed themselves rather than face the unknown. He, for one, was more afraid of the known without end. The thought of everything the same, just as it was, forever, was a terrifying thought and one he would do almost anything to avoid.
Thursday, December 3, 2009
She is leaving
She is leaving.
This woman you have known.
And you are beating
The Vegas odds
Because you are not crippled.
You know it’s for the best.
She is not happy here.
As happy as she was there.
Suddenly the pressure
Is lessened.
You don’t have to make it work.
Because it is over.
You will still have moments
Diminishing moments
Before she is gone.
You will enjoy them
And be happy for her
When she is gone.
You will miss her,
But not so much
As you thought.
And soon
She will be a memory.
She is leaving
And it is for the best.
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