when the sky is on fire
when blue clouds serenade the mountains
when rain clouds send raindrops falling
when the rainbow arches over the sky
in a myriad of colors
I see you in all the hues of the sky
I hate this spinning
that spawns in my chest
bit of my
that ends in each inch
spinning in different
to where I can’t figure
if my feet are up
if my heart is thumping
if this world is a
because there is
and I am
(An old poem)
How do I fix the hole in my heart?
Some days hurt more than others.
Sometimes I even forget, for a moment…
And then, like a natural disaster, my world falls apart.
A sound, a smell, a song, a memory and I’m missing you.
Reality hits. Every piece of my puzzle is rocked to its core.
I’m just now a human shell,
Cold and empty
(an old poem I wrote years ago)