She hears the ding of
the elevator in the hall,
waiting to see the
apartment door open.
In he walks, putting
hat and coat on the rack
scooping her into his arms,
as she gasps and giggles.
Making sounds like an airplane
he swings her around as
her surprised whoops fill the air.
Her favorite time of day...
when Daddy comes home!

Where do I even start?
to pen my life story
so many tides of change
like sands of an unwavering dune

Longing to rekindle.
All that is now past.
of happier times and of love
As it was then, and is now

I retreat to the pangs.
of a silent broken heart
tearful eyes flow like a river.
Reaching for what used to be.

Where can I even start?
to pen the feeling in words
deep reflections of thoughts
with no beginning and no end

I go to my death loving you

Though you never even knew

The flowers that you do find

Are dead from the passing of time

They lie next to letters never sent

I do not know where the time went

Many words I always wanted to say

My pain and shyness got in the way

Deep emotions kept hidden inside

Covered by tears that I never cried

Fear of being meticulously ridiculed

That was the lesson I learned in school

Now that I lay dying by my own hands

When you find me, you will not understand

tracks bend and shift
trains barely miss
the poet that'll punch
who she wants
pulling is the answer
to a question unasked
a quaint notion
from a world without war
love is the line
she couldn't find
in the sand
on this lonely shore
loaded means fired
threats meant as dire
fail to fall on ears
deafened in death
mute was the sound
of the bullets inbound
robbed of life
without one worthy breath