Move Along

This morning’s commute
got me thinking
that maybe
I’m lagging behind.
A man whizzed past
on a motorized step
with blue lights
while I just walked
reading my Kindle.
I had to stop
and decide if I needed
an aid to replace
walking with standing.

Progress has changed
the way we progress.
Maybe I’m too old
to catch up with him.

With everyone.

I just like progressing
in my own way.
And not have to stop

when I approach a curb.
Maybe I’m just lazy.

Wedding Card

He took her hand

And spoke the words

But in his grimace

He saw her smile

All the while

He spoke the lie

But never knew it

Until he died

She said it back

And held his hand

Though in her heart

She hid her pain

The smile that came

Had never waned

But disappeared when

She went insane

They stayed together

All those years

And lied of love

That never was

To live the lies
And grow the life

Just to stay
As husband and wife

Yes, No

It’s not me

It’s you

You just need to understand
my point of view

You don’t need share it

Just know it’s something else

Something different

At least acknowledge it

Ok fine

I’m sorry

for thinking a certain way

And limiting the discussion

to one thing

And then

throwing stones

I had nothing else to throw

You gave up
trying to catch
anything

You gave up
on me

So let’s just forget it

It’s an impasse

We can argue something else
if you want

But I’m out of stones

And I’d rather be wrong
than lose you
Not me. You.

Whine

I knocked over
my favourite

bottle of wine.
It hurt a little
more than I’d like to admit.
Worse. It stains my
favourite rug.
My only rug.

The colour of shame.

The colour of blood.

The colour of my failure.

The bottle
wasn’t even full.

But it held memories
to be made
that will
never be.

I wasn’t even thirsty.

I drink whiskey now.

Goodmorning

Pretty little vixen

With eyes of allure

I want to tell you something

But you won’t like it much

The truth is

I like you today

A little more than

I liked you yesterday

But I may not like you

Tomorrow

Relax. Whoa! Put down the spatula

The eggs are burning

Anyway, I’m not leaving you now

I like you too much

Today is perfect

These nights are magic

So listen to that

I only tell you this because

You’re thinking about tomorrow

So you’re missing today

I’ll give you everything

You’ll give me everything

We are who we are today

And today we love

Isn’t that enough

It may be enough tomorrow too
But let’s just have breakfast now

Tomorrow

It’s not out there

But I search for it anyway

I will know it when I see it

How would I know?

How am I happy?

Is happy enough?

I look besides

and I look beyond

When I look within

I loathe

the spaces inside

Spaces that echo the love I gave away

Tomorrow will fill them

Tomorrow I will be happy

I just need to get through today

I don’t see it yet

I will know it when we see it

Today

I have a body that works

Today

I have food to eat

Today

I have money to buy more

If only I could see it

Then I will be complete

All I have is myself

So I will keep looking

To find it

To find me

To be happy with more

And

It’s out there

And I’ll find it
Tomorrow