How would I know?

Somewhere we forgot to
talk
To tell the truths we kept only for each other
and then one day
You
dropped the
shell that exploded

And I was supposed to just pick up
the pieces of life
and move on

Because I no longer
Turned you on
Turned you in
Turned your head

But
how would I know
you wanted something different
did it not occur to you
That maybe I did, too.

That maybe I wanted you
to turn
me on to new things
that we could find
together as we used to
when
everything was
new
and we still
Looked
at each other
and not away.

Emotional Growth Plates

I feel a cracking and stretching

the growth plate in my heart
quivers
and shakes
and like the
Grinch
I feel
it
expanding
to a size and shape
never before known

it is a place for you
to hide
safe
all you have to do
is enter

More marriages die

from sins of omission
than those of commission

So I find forgiveness
for those sins which were mine
and yours
and ours

And vow next time
to hit the mark

Spoils

I see now that it
started
the first time she flirted with you
jesting, smiling,
telling you secrets as a friend
a confidant
who could help save her
from herself. . .
but really she was only testing you
to see if you were ripe
to be picked
like all the others she
had eaten and then
spit
out in pieces
left to rot.

War Zone

I turn away from the dead place where
Your Heart once beat strong with
compassion and joy.
You deny the pain and the damage done
by holding in the radioactive tears
a man such as You
does not shed
even as they trace blistered trails
down the inside of Your cheeks,
burning Your very core.

Helplessly those around you watch ~~
Your luminous soul
crumbles, charred and black before us
needing only the rain of
true feeling to restore its shimmer.

We cannot save You - -
our tears do not touch
what is burnt.

So, we chant prayers
to the God you have lost
~ seeking a miracle
~ a healing for You.

Memos from the Universe

The Divine does for each of us
what we cannot
or will not do
for ourselves.

Gently at first
the message
whispered softly to us from afar.

As we turn away -
resisting the pull of
Grace . . .
it grows from a distant hum
to a booming siren
tearing at our ears,
a blazing beacon
burning our eyes,
a sudden heaving
of the very earth on which we stand.

As the air quiets, the sky fades
and the earth calms
we are left to find
the broken shards
and are challenged to rebuild
by the Divine.

Evolution

Once I stood awash
unable to release the
Vision
I had created
of all that We should have been. . .

Clearly now,
I see where I am
growing to emerge anew
my Sole Soul
intact
but Blessed and forever marked
by the Love
that is all that remains and
all I will recall.