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When the rain rages fiercely
upon the window panes,
through a cold howling wind
sending ice through my veins,
rarely do ever
I feel so alone,
as when missing you here
in the place we called home.
Sometimes it seems
I can still feel you here.
To this old faithful heart
you are still ever near.
But now it's not warm
in our bed on your side.
No sheltering arms
from the storms can I hide.
For so many years
you've been holding my hands,
with a promise of faith
in our gold wedding bands.
Now, I can't feel the warmth
of your soft soothing touch,
reassuring my heart
how you loved me so much.
To the last minutes end
I was right there with you,
praying to God
he'd again pull you through.
I, above all, knew
just how hard you'd try.
Still, deep in my heart,
knew you're ready to die.
Letting you go
was the hardest to do.
Nothing makes sense
in my life without you.
So many expressions
of emptiness sighed,
I find myself wishing
to be by your side.
Understanding your readiness
when it's my time,
I pray yours and Gods hands
are reaching for mine.
When I get to there
with you, never alone.
To eternally live
in the place we'll call home.
-Jeannie Minor
I was inside a hut
Didn't see you around
Looking like a nut
Wondering where you're bound?
We talked about this
What time and place
We didn't change to miss
The spot to see each other's face.
It should be raining today
Weather forecasted the other day
I'm here waiting
While you're somewhere sitting.
I'm calling you
Your phone behind you
Not answering my call
Mumbling over my call.
Then you arrive
One hour later today
I left the hut I drive
Five hours away this way.
Now you're weeping
Standing on hut's wet floors
I already cried and thinking
Forgetting your word above the doors.
Doors I left wide open and set
For you to see how raindrops came in
Inside the hut where we first met
Make you realize rains are my tears that went in.
I am the raindrops
On wet floors you're standing
They are not tears of sadness but joydrops
Of me, behind the hut, watching you and fonding.
You turned around
And saw me with extending arms
For you, I'll always come around
With your faith in me, I'm in your arms...
Forever.
Have you seen the rain?
I can be your rain forever
Rain to keep you wet out of pain
Wet, but not cold, to keep you loved ever.
ANAMNESIS
Early in the morning when the sun is just peeking beyond the clouds
I have kept you alive in this life,tho you have traveled on.
My morning meditation brings introspection of reflections
while reading the pages of my past - visions of joy brings smiles to my spirit.
I relish in the thoughts as I rendezvous cherished memories.
my purpose in this life is tied to you,While lost in this fleeting daydream.
Running throughout my recollection,are many faces faces,some smile
some not smiling,glances of joy in just remembering the feelings.
Remembering the love;I marinate in time.Holding on still,to these precious
moments ,I feel Cherished with every visit.
I too begin then to shine,early in the morning as love has imposed,it's
well thinking memories of those dearly departed souls that visit me.
Without memories; It would be like life played a cruel trick on me.
So I hold on dearly,I keep still,and shine, beaming; For it is then --
when love has imposed on me it's own will.
Meditating in the morning, when the sun peeks out over the clouds and summons me;Basking in my memories,I join in the memory of dear ones- gone before me
Soaking up the warmth of the sun's glow-recreating that feeling of great joy;
Joy that my ancestors have brought me in the past,
re-lived so vividly just for this moment.
We hadn’t met yet,
And I knew my life had changed
Your mother told me,
This wouldn’t be the same
After work first thing home,
Grab my six string and strum away
Unconditional love for you,
With each chord my heart would frame
First time in my arms,
Held within my gaze
The world I knew before you,
In an instant completely changed
Brighter now lights seemed to shine,
You radiate sun’s light
All the rough edges of the world,
Your smile had redesigned
Most lessons we learn in life,
Are from first tries not done right
I couldn’t wait to wake to your cry,
In the middle of each night
Those special moments,
When you’d snuggle in so tight
One day no longer there for that,
I feared your love might turn to spite
But as you smiled and we danced,
In that small room holding hands
I knew why me without you,
Doesn’t stand a chance
All the fear I’d felt,
You wouldn’t feel the same
Was all erased in a moment,
By the music and a glance
I watched as you heard,
The first ring of the guitar string
And nearly wept,
As I saw your kindred heart sing
I saw it means to you,
What it means to me too
It does more than words can,
For us, our I love you!
November 23, 2023
Dear Reader,
I am writing today after more than five months of absence in writing.
People of the past years and present time are valued. Men, women and children are never ignored because we live and exist in a world of mental and spiritual connectivities. I don't see or hear everything around me each day, but I can sense a sad outside/external energy for not being appreciated. I miss YOU a lot too... so much!
I will meet you all soon or you write me and I'll write back to you! :)
Stay strong and keep yourself beautiful in many ways!
Your sweet and gentle gestures are always kept in my heart. Thank you very much for remembering me.
I know that look.
The look you give me when you have doubts
you look at me, but I notice a glimpse of
something
subtle
when the sun hits you right.
I miss seeing it.
I see eyes all the time
everyone has a pair
But nobody has yours.
How can I tell?
What should I wear?
You're wearing hazel which I match
mocha, but mine is dull next to you.
There's a light in yours.
Radiating from a ring only I can see.
You couldn't see it in the dark but to me?
There is no such place where you're looking.
But I know that look.
"There is no light when I look in the mirror?
Our clothes match?
Everyone has eyes, so what's the difference?"
I miss seeing you.
You wander through the night and the moon
simply isn't bright enough.
I can't see them, but they're there.
The moon can't blind me.
They can't blind me; I still see you
with my eyes I see you
and suddenly
we match.
Michael, why are you playing, so f-king hard to get?
I etched my number into your car, so you won't forget it.
I stalked you day and night just to prove my undying interest.
Did you get the shower pix of you, I intend to post on Pinterest?
I climbed in through your skylight twice, I bet you didn’t know.
I hid in your workplace mensroom, but alas you never showed.
Michael dear, I’m getting vexed, didn’t you see my million texts?
I know that you’ve been busy and that relationships aren’t always easy.
Michael, don’t be capricious, satisfy my sordid misses.
You simply have to wave to me - I’m out here in the bushes.
.
.
.
ps, I write short stories too
My thoughts were of you today
as I sat and wrote another letter.
It's said that a signed love letter
is the truest confession of affection.
Mine have filled pages that you will never read~
of things I no longer have the chance to say to you;
words of passion left unsaid, of anger put to bed
and of the dreams we once held dear.
Last month I wrote about the song you wrote for me
of how I struggled to hold back my tears~
torn between watching your face
and your fingers as they caressed the keys~
imagining how they'd feel moving over me.
I wrote of my thirst for you... then and still
although this letter will never reach you
on this last page, I had to let you know
Last week, I wrote to thank you for loving me.
It was the greatest gift we gave to each other,
but it's supposed to endure all things
How sad to think of a star dying.
Sad to think that now, when I look at the stars,
I can feel your arms around me.
You asked me to write a poem about fallen stars,
wondering where they go when they die.
The last line was, "Heartache is elusive to the eye."
I no longer believe that to be true
for my heart aches from missing you.
You're no longer beside me as I sleep.
Our eyes no longer gaze into each other's,
but my heart weeps with every beat.
Today, I wrote you... one more love letter
This last one will be in your beribboned pack
One last letter, one last page
that you will never know you were missing.
I signed it as I always do ~"With love,"
and added it to all the others,
safely kept in the back of my desk drawer.
I cannot post them now that you've passed away
"Farewell my love," are tearful words
that would've stained the page ~
a valediction my hand refused to write.
What gift can I give her in token of my love?
It should be something most women think of!
Something like a book, a perfume, or a rose.
She can read the book wherever she goes.
When she reads the book , my love grows
My name shall be on every page she reads.
It’s not the book; it’s my love she heeds.
I know women like perfumes so much.
I think a small bottle will be a nice touch.
Every time she wears some, I’ll be around.
The scent she smells will keep her bound.
I think a rose or two will be a great gift!
As women, we know, identify with it.
It could be red, yellow, white or pink.
A rose of any color is a joy they think.
I think a book, a perfume and a rose.
Shall bear witness to my noble cause.
18/10/2014
songer.co/song/g9i13kvktuxlhrn3fy5r2bqi
Verse 1
I told myself you were background noise.
Just traffic through the blinds.
But I still pause the song when your name fits the melody —
like the air’s in on something I’m not supposed to feel.
I leave the lamp on. Not for light,
but because the dark remembers you too well.
Pre-Chorus
You said, “You’ll call when it doesn’t hurt.”
I laughed — I said I never do.
Now every ring sounds like a dare.
Chorus
I don’t miss you.
Except always.
Except in the mirror,
in the hallway,
in that half-second before sleep where I fall toward you —
then stop myself,
pretend I’m dreaming of the weather.
Verse 2
You left your scent on my winter coat.
It bloomed again in July.
I told my friends I washed it out,
but I still wear it when I want to feel alive enough to lie.
Bridge
What if I said I never stopped hearing you breathe?
That I keep talking over silence just to drown it?
That I’ve built my calm around pretending?
Final Chorus
I don’t miss you.
Except always.
Except when I’m fine,
especially when I’m fine.
You’re the note that never fades —
and I keep telling everyone
it’s just feedback.