Love Song of the Unloving
I know you love me, you say. How are you so sure, I wonder. I suppose I do, as I love nothing else. I don't love to write, don't love bird songs, the shards of sunlight that spill through the blinds all day. So it could be true, that I love you, relatively speaking, that compared to a dandelion, a sparrow, a tree, I like you a little more. This small preference, for the sight, the sound, the scent of you, accumulates daily, nightly, hourly, monthly, yearly, like drops of honey add up to syrupy love, which one tastes in one’s heart. Ah, love, you are sweeter than stardust, shinier than dew. Faded Let me know if you still love me, like I do you. If you do I shall take liberty to revisit our abandoned past, continue our story where we left off. I shall reserve an entire page to store your ever-burning smile. However, if you no longer love me, also let me know. I shall respectfully remove you from my heart, my dreams, like a picture in a frame. I shall discard memories of us like long expired roses inside a vase. I shall not flip back the pages, but will write a brand new story without you in it, but a different hero. I'm Not a Fair Weather Friend I love you not only when you're smiling the sun kissing your dimpled cheeks but when sorrow depresses your lips and the moon clouds your countenance I love you in gold and silk but won't think less of you if there are holes in your shirt For it is not in sweetness but in the salts of everyday life that I'm here for you Bio Note: I write free verses, rhyming poems, and Japanese short form poetry, some of which saw the light of day in journals like Alien Buddha Zine, Spillwords, and Cajun Mutt Press, Fevers of the Mind Press. I am also a Jeopardy fan.
Fevers of the Mind 