Martians

What would our lives

Involve on a planet

We evolved to survive?

Are our current threats

Legitimate concerns, or

Have we grown numb

To the harsh realities

Of survival?

Has luxurious living

Weakened our instincts?

Would we be able to

Adapt and thrive

Or would we be

A cautionary tale

Of the dangers of comfort?

Snow Flurries

Your chilled heart

Races through the wind

To surround me.

Your tender kisses

On my cheeks melt,

A lingering damp greeting.

Let me warm you

As I mold your body

With my fingertips

Until the chill makes them numb-

You’re so beautiful,

I can’t resist the urge

To touch.

A Piece of You

Age allows vanity-

Put your best face forward

And show your grace and grin.

Feeling like a million bucks

With someone else’s hair.

It’s the only way I knew you

And you were loving

And perfect.

What a shock that those faux locks

Weren’t yours,

But it changed nothing.

It’s been years,

And yet, I wonder…

Were you buried whole

Or is your pièce de résistance missing?

 

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Passed

I wonder

What my life would be

Had I never met you.

It would have been bliss

Not to endure

The lie, fights, pain

And ignorance.

But where would I be today

If I hadn’t been

By your side

When no one else was?

Would I know how

To support myself and others?

Would I love to teach growth?

Would I love to heal

Tender wounds with tender words?

Are these traits

Ingrained in me

Or were they gifts from the past?

 

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Grievous Wounds

Words cannot express

The feeling that loss creates

When it inhabits your bones.

 

Who do you call

Who do you turn to

When there is no one to see your pain?

 

What do you say

When there are no words

For how you feel?

 

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Ocean Waves, Part 2

Our visit was brief

But necessary.

 

It was good to

Get back to my roots-

Seeing you

Brought back so many memories.

 

Hearing you call out to me

Made me feel like a toddler

Stumbling over their feet

When they’re learning to walk,

But trusting

That you’ll be there

To catch them

When they fall.

 

Thank you for reminding me

Of who I am-

The strength I was born with.

 

Our bittersweet goodbyes

Will not last forever.

 

I leave,

Walking away

With sand trailing behind me,

But turn back

For one last glance.

 

Just in time

To watch you wave.

 

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Ocean Waves, Part 1

I yearn to be in your presence,

Feel the warmth you provide

Just from being near.

 

Cleanse my soul

While I drink in your essence

Upon my return

And soak you in.

 

I promise to visit soon

And we’ll converse

In our own language-

A code

Made up

Of whispers and secrets-

I’ll tell you of all my travels

And listen to your tales

Of everything you’ve witnessed

From around the world.

 

I can’t wait to see you again…

I’ll catch a glimpse of you in the distance

And you’ll wave,

Just like you always do,

Welcoming me home.

 

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