We all have our scars

Some stark as the day time

Some pale as moonlight

Pain is still pain though,

Whether yesterday’s or now,

Time matters little.

I love it when I smile

And I feel it on your face

Though we’re miles away.

Memories come in broken boxes

Mailed across the mind

Sometimes leaking

Always seeking

A way to remind
A way to remind

Though never sought

Tightly closing

Held behind a wall

Memories stored in boxes broken.

Laughing at myself

While looking in the mirror

Memories of you.

Sometimes happiness

Is trying to find your keys

While you are driving.

I love zucchini

Taste eluding my senses

Irresistible.

Dew shimmers softly

Reflecting the rising sun

Soft grass beneath sky.

I think things are best

When a child can understand

What is being said.

I said “not now please”

And we haven’t spoken since.

I said not “goodbye.”

Sometimes “no” means “wait”

“Not right now, just be patient.”

But we hear “never.”