I fall for women
Who don’t see me
Until I am gone.
I fall for men
Who want more of me
Than I can give.
I fall for myself
When no one else
Will.
Category: Creative Writing
Sniffing Out Paths
In Time
A Haibun
You fear a connection–the two of us, prone to falling before we should. It’s inevitable. In time, there will be wishes made to make us something we cannot become. I see it in your eyes, a glimmer of hope; a piece of understanding that things will probably turn out the way that they are meant to and not how we would like them to be. How odd, is it not? How love can stand in a pool of want and drain into a sea of forgetfulness… It is the manifestation of the elder mothers, wanting what is best for the girls who came after them, for their lineage to remain steadfast and strong enough not to break. But, we are cracking at the seams, splitting in two–two women yearning for affection when love stands in the air waiting for us to breathe it in. If only we had the strength to grab it and hold on. If only we could move out of the way, disappear to a place where minds remain open. If only we could…
I won’t deny it–
I am attracted to you
In time, love will win.
Odds and Ends
New Place
PDQ|Photo Credit: Tremaine L. Loadholt
I tried a new place last week,
was lonely without you.
Good chicken fingers,
horrible ranch.
You would’ve ordered the steak salad,
extra sauce. I would’ve asked you to
get a side of fries.
We would have jaw-jabbed about
the retro look of the place
while sipping bland tea.
The best thing about it?
It was not the cleanliness,
nor the sizable crowd,
nor the beautiful bathrooms,
nor the fancy fountain drink machine.
It was simply the fact that…
They were playing
our song.
