Age is Just a Number (and So Are Hours of Sleep)

Somehow I lost what I thought was the best of me: 

shiny gold star, well I still have the rest of me, 

my melody soured to noisy cacophony. 

Started out strong but I'm coming in slowly. 

Somehow I missed the award show, I'm prizeless, 

still runner-up every morning I rise less. 

One of these days I'll forget how completely, 

look under my covers if you ever need me. 

Mosquito's Lament

It's an itch that I can't scratch,

won the prize but there's a catch.

Silver linings grayed.

Life's too short to waste on woe,

where you follow, there I'll go.

And nothing gold can stay. 

Little Girl Lost

Sharp pain to dull ache:

the hole never goes away, 

but edges soften.

Shallow

Shallow catch in shallow breath,

shallow grave for shallow death,

shallow dive in shallow pool,

shallow girl loves shallow fool. 

Breaking Point

I never knew, darling;

I was so young and naive.

But I have learned that

broken things can still break-

can keep breaking- 

may continue to break-

long after the first crack appears.

You are not safe from pain 

after the first bruise fades, 

and hearts, once broken

may never heal completely. 

Timeless

Do not speak to me of time.

I hold no worth in ticks and tocks.

I have no patience to track the passing 

seconds, 

minutes, 

hours, 

days. 

Do not speak to me of time,

and it will be as if none has passed.

Dive

Dive in, beloved-
though you cannot see how deep.
Don't you want to fly?

Haiku Hallelujah

It's overwhelming.

My worth is found in your eyes;

Your love defines me. 

Because You Will One Day Leave

It is because of this, darling, 

because you will one day leave me, 

that I love you so ferociously now. 

So forgive me if I hold you too tightly:

I am only memorizing the feel of your cheek 

against my neck in the darkness. 

There will come a day

There will come a day, 

dearest, 

in the too near future, 

when I can no longer 

carry the burden of 

you. 

My arms tremble under you, 

and my back aches 

with the weight of your 

love. 

There will be a time 

when all I can carry 

is your heart 

in my heart, 

dearest. 

My arms will tremble 

no longer, 

and I will ache 

with the weight of 

passing time. 

Hold My Purse

They tell me, 

the past is gone.

But I know that 

we don't lose time, 

we accumulate it: 

seconds add up like 

coins in our pockets. 

Like pennies, 

time gets heavy, 

and I am tired, 

so tired, darling, 

of carrying time 

on my own. 

They tell me 

we cannot go back,

but I know that

we are never truly gone.

Our history stays with us,

etched into our faces 

and folded into 

the creases of our fingers.