Making Peace With Heartache

A Spring breeze blows

Through my balcony door
God, in his calm way
Reminds me that
Sulking gains nothing

I find a wispy attitude
Hiding in my younger self
Pull her forward
And thank her for existing

The sun will rise
Tomorrow
With its face painted
On perfectly

Will I see her shining?

Love

Jernee: silently begging me for attention.

It doesn’t come buried
In unwanted pheromones
Huddled over ripened flesh,

It’s the subtle look
Of wonderment from
The sleepy eyes
Of a senior canine,

Beckoning a belly rub
From your callused hands

You satisfy a need
Watch her lull into
A deep sleep, tongue hanging
Out

While she dreams


Sometimes I forget about love, about loving, about yearning to be loved because I have grown tired of the fight for it. Then I look at my friendly companion, the actual love of my life, and I remember love again. And, I am thankful.

Brothers

Brothers, from left to right: Joshua, Michael, Jontae, & Maurice. Not pictured, TJ. A picture like this almost never happens. I love it!

Eight years found me

Alone
Talking to imaginary
Friends who
Played my version of
House
Then

Before my eyes
My world shifted
And a once
Only and lonely child

Became more