though the ice looked thick it cracked with the slightest pressure like words spoken to a new lover whose broken heart hasn’t healed revealing an old memory’s icy anger
the old man’s smile has not changed over the years tho it comes less often now he spends his days repairing an old boat that surely will never sail again nor will he ever be able to handle her at sea yet he continues to love as only lovers could understand for though what is remembered can never be as it was before the love has not changed and he still remembers
slow shadow dancing the streets of rio where promises have died and dreams are just graffiti scrolled across a church wall a heart’s sadness plays from a mandolin while a guitar offers chords of hope both know the tune all too well how love fades and lovers lose what love they had all that is left is slow shadow dancing
one day we’ll all wake up alone we’ll hear those familiar sounds morning birds how the house seems to wake alongside us it’ll be then that our hearts sink and our eyes realize we’re in bed and truly alone
you’re lying face down buried in the mud of greed wondering if your life could have somehow been different but you’ve decided that it doesn’t matter now all those you called your brother have been sacrified for your personal pleasure so you’re suffering alone there’s no one to call nor anyone who’d listen that’s a choice you made back then love and devotion just got in your way so now there’s no one to call
i was telling aunt bea
about
a friend
of mine
that works
in a nursing home
and
how she said
that
some elderly
are
so confused
that they talk
about
people who’ve died
as if
they’re still alive
aunt bea
took a deep breath
and
said
there are people
on the periphery
of
your life
who’ve passed on
that we say
i knew them
but
there are others
whose love is so implanted
in our hearts and souls
that they are
always
talked about as
i know
so and so
for you see
they are
still alive
a living memory
of
true love
honey everyone expects lovers to jot down some romantic lines about their undying love and endless passion but child with bad backs artificial hips and arthritic joints we’re lucky to handle passionate kissing and stand up hugging time’s taken its toll lord knows things ain’t perfect but you’re my pure joy
we all have self doubts questioning our value in life and to others questions we can never truly answer for our merit is in the eyes of others who rarely feel a need to express what’s obvious to them and they are certain we see what they see
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