Words In My Head
We’ve come so far.
And haven’t yet begun.
———-
I want to feel
your hands on my body
your lips on mine.
To be wrapped in your arms…
One last time,
before you go save the world.
Again.
We’ve come so far.
And haven’t yet begun.
———-
I want to feel
your hands on my body
your lips on mine.
To be wrapped in your arms…
One last time,
before you go save the world.
Again.
Laugh lines
kind eyes
strong hands.
A good laugh
intelligence
loves kids.
Confident
caring
loving
supportive.
Someone who makes me smile
challenges me
accepts me for who I am.
On today’s bike ride I saw a woodchuck, many many bunnies, a very confused fawn (it didn’t know which way to run across the bike path), and a water bird of some sort sitting on the top branch of a pine tree.
Great sites for the 4th of July!
{The fireworks were pretty good too. ;) }
Postcards
by Wendy Cope
At first I sent you a postcard
From every city I went to.
Grusse aus Bath, aus Birmingham,
Aus Rotterdam, aus Tel Aviv.
Mit Liebe. Cards from you arrived
In English, with many commas.
Hope, you’re fine and still alive,
Says one from Hong Kong. By that time
We weren’t writing quite as often.
Now we’re nearly nine years away
From the lake and the blue mountains,
And the room with the balcony,
But the heat and light of those days
Can reach this far from time to time.
Your latest was from Senegal,
Mine from Helsinki. I don’t know
If we’ll meet again. Be happy.
If you hear this, send a postcard.
I know I’ve siad this already. I know you know how I feel, but I need to say this again.
She had her chance to to choose you years ago. And she didn’t. She lead you on. She gave to hope. Then she chose him. And in doing so she tore your heart out and stomped on it.
And now she says things are different. She says the marriage is falling apart. That she’s been seeing others. That she wants to see where things could go. She’s giving you hope again. But she still didn’t choose you first. She chose all of these others before she chose you. Now she needs to make sure she can keep stringing you along.
You have made your choice to see her. And I can’t change that. But I do not agree with it. I can’t. I don’t trust her with your heart. Nothing she has done makes me think she is doing anything but using you for convenience. She has nothing better to do, no current fling at the moment, so she is coming here to give you hope again.
I love you. Please be careful. I don’t want her to break you again.