Layovers. And The Stiff Drink One Needs.

It was a tune he played often. Many times a day, and it always earned him the biggest tips.

She while racking up the miles and nursing a heartache, always looked forward to a delay. Hoping.

Between the coins in the tip-jar and loud announcements, it was easy to miss the star-crossed lovers. Forgiven even.

A Reluctant Secret

Popping a mint, I reluctantly stood, straightening my ‘Counselor’ badge. The trip to salvation had begun, especially, since the house of cards I built was collapsing under the lies I layered on. Facing the imminent truth is far worse than eminent addiction. But that comes later!

“I am Ria and am an alcoholic.”
“Hi Ria!

He Said

Walking as she did with the sway of her hips
She weaves a web with blink of her eyes
The unsuspecting male, hardly knows of the perils to come
A manipulative glint, a tigresses’ scorn
Watching from the vantage point afar, smiling a smile unseen
Then caught unaware by the revelation: it started with me.

Unseen

Season changing, the leaf unnoticed
(shrivelled and dry)
The life it once had, eulogized and laid to rest
(among many of its own)
You could step on its brittle being
(snap it crisp, into many)

Until you look closely,
and see it still breathing and alive
(Its color: proof)
(Its vitality: hushed)
(Its soul: unseen.)

Caught

You said you would break it off soon. I feel so guilty. And you only delay.
>>
I refuse to be the ‘other woman’.
>>
Part circumstance. Part consequence. Irrelevant.
>>
Filled with strange trepidation I turned the key. Like premonition ignored, I walked in on you both.
>>
It should not hurt, but it does. I miss you.

First Day, First Show

Saying she was excited, she snuggled a bit closer. I could feel her heart beat real fast as I reached for her hand. As the lights dimmed, she watched her idol come alive with glee!

And I began to wonder if the gleaming whites and speeding heart had anything to do with me at all!

WordPlay

‘But that was that, and this was now’
‘You mean, this was then, this was now?’
It probably comes to, that was then, this is now.

Time, blurs boundaries,
Why play with words, when its just old perspectives in new bottles.
Unchartered new beginnings, lines redrawn.

Light, come in,
There are new stories to tell.

When It Is The Darkest

How do you deal with rejection night after night?
You smile, with a brave front fight?
Will sleep come easy?
Will moist eyes, ever mean something?
You feel not enough of anything, beginning to count
Somewhere half the list you fall asleep
Waking to another beautiful day
Dreading the night, when you see the brightest.

A Writer's Block

Endless cups of coffee.
Crumpled sheets thrown away.
Doodles and cigarettes.

Labyrinth of ideas, but no words to be found.
Strive to give the muse a tangible form, to touch.
She ever the tease, hides.
And I seek.

Minutes tick away on an unforgiving clock
While I continue to be plagued by the writer’s block!

Affection Affliction

Never having known his biological mother, he yearned to hear her voice. Anticipated the reunion for years. But never like this. Devastating phone call that said she passed away.

Heavy hearted she put the phone down and began to walk away. Someday he’ll understand.

Adopted or not, he was her son to her. Her own.

(cosmic)ity

Flowers came today. With a note that said, “I love you mom! Happy Birthday”.
I didn’t know if I should laugh or just cry.

She was like that. Organized. Scheduled everything in advance. Never missed a birthday or anniversary.
But to get these flowers today, was just cruel.

Two months after her death, just heartbreaking.