Archive for December, 2013

My Home

December 20, 2013

My Home

These are my home. These boxes; all piled up in somebody else’s garage, somebody else’s home. The boxes are my real life. On the outside, it has been a hard, rough and stressed out life that I would not have chosen for myself. I love all my stuff—my belongings, the ones I’ve collected with such love over the years, ever since my childhood. I look at them—at my books, my fine imported china and my old paintings. They are spiritual home, a place no one can see. And they have nowhere to go, nowhere to hide from the world and rest.

 

 

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Alike

December 17, 2013

Alike

We, you and I, were alike. You loved beautiful things and so did I. We met by accident. You smiled; your brown eyes trusted me. We were safe together. Others would have considered our outings hard and long, but for us they were ideal. They made us feel whole and new. I miss you so. There was no way for me to go back to our home. You would not be with me anymore. There would be no you to greet me when I opened the door. I loved the brief time we had. Rest well, my little one.

 

 

 

 

Give

December 9, 2013

              

 

I can’t give you what you want, what you so much need. I don’t have the means anymore, like I used to. Someone else does. You wait for them to be able to do it. Often the wait is long, and you are frustrated. Your eyes look sad. My heart suffers. Our bond is forever strong.

 

Darling

December 9, 2013

Darling

I had to have an excuse. Any excuse would do. I couldn’t bear it. You paced up and down the house. You went to the door, once, 2, 3 and more times. I didn’t have the key, you didn’t either. The other door—as I rushed to the other door, you followed me. The air was cold, but we had freedom. We smelled freedom and relief at long last.

Look

December 7, 2013

Look

Jeans ripped at the knee. The black leather jacket has seen better days, much better days. The woman clutched one side of the jacket against her. It is so cold! I am so cold! I know how I look. People stare at me when I walk by. I don’t want to be a hobo anymore. I need to be done with this sort of life.

 

 

 

 

 

TEARS

December 7, 2013

Tears

I saw your eyes. You were looking at me to give you something that you want. I had to say no. With my eyes I had to tell you: Sorry. I am very sorry but I can’t. I opened the front door and as I walked to the corner, tears streamed down my face. I feel what you feel. Your disappointment is my disappointment.

 

Not Another One

December 5, 2013

Not Another One

They don’t make them like her anymore. There are no selfless decent women like her. I haven’t seen them since she died all those years ago. A woman who would feel my pain as if it were hers. A woman who seemed hard because her life had been hard and harsh, but whose heart knew no equal.

How?

December 5, 2013

How?

How can I bear these cold nights without you? How can I not be with your head next to mine when we sleep? I used to wake up in the middle of the night and hold you even closer to me. The sound of your breathing comforted me. It never let me down because you didn’t.

You Again

December 2, 2013

You Again

You made me feel less lonely—so much less lonely. With you next to me, I wasn’t lost. I wasn’t neglected. There was no feeling of never belonging. For once I felt like my very own self. I was powerful because I was with you. In our dreams and in souls, we’ll always be together.