Nothing compares to this

No lost love
Or broken heart
Not forlorn
Or missing you
A sad lovesong
It is not

What do you say

When someone who is
Asks
Am I going to die
You lie
You smile softly
Shake your head
And say
No
With all your heart
Breaking
You make a point
Of saying
See you in the morning
Even though you know
You may not
You acquire
The patience of a saint
Because you know
This is it
You say
It will be okay
Knowing full well
It won't

Were my car watertight

I would ride awash
In tears
Into the hills
And back
These many years
Landslides
Windstorms
Earthquakes
Road closures
Illness
And death
Someday
There may be closure
But until then
Up and down
There and back
Pavlovian
Round the curves
Blind
With tears

Starting over

An open wound
A festering sore
Every jolt
A holiday
A memory
A garment
Brings an excruciating
Pang
An ache
That courses
To the fingertips
Grabs your throat
Brims eyes
Until you swallow it back
Or cry
And go on
And start over

Night in the city

On a clouded night
The stars are grounded
Constellations of streetlights
Illuminate the blank faces of buildings
Darkened windows
Inhabitants sleeping
Unless insomniacs wander
Window to window
Regarding silent streets
Puddles reflecting
Faceless buildings
A single window lit
From within
A reminder
That we are still alive

A Traveller

twenty one and one half
years
one husband
one
son
three homes
thousands of miles
countless memories
and
much love
travelling
again

Rain

I love rain at night
To see the lights glistening
To hear the cars whoosh