Untold Stories

Papers-

Papers everywhere-

Thoughts unfinished

Questions unanswered

Stories told

Or not.

I’ve spun so many tales

Shared so many lives

With myself

In the confines of my own haven.

But these words

Stories

Papers-

Papers everywhere-

Mean nothing

If these stories go untold.

Wanting To Be Alone

I’m holding on to you,

My dear,

I’ll never let you go.

But what if space

Is what I need? I may be

Here, physically,

But my presence isn’t present.


I love you

Don’t you love me?

Yes, but I

Love myself more.

Coffee With A Friend

“It’s so good to see you-

You look great!

More importantly, you look happy.”

You agree with a suspicious and silent nod

But a smile turns up the corners of your mouth

As you take a sip from your coffee

And the desirous heat from your mug

Accentuates your blushing cheeks

Instead of hiding them.

You take an exaggerated sigh in preparation

Then begin to tell me your latest story.