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A Grave In the Wood

I wrote an obituary for our love story. 
Buried the hatchet 
And refrained myself from asking
How your birthday went.
Locked the memories for safe keeping
And refrained myself from peeking
But I still can’t seem to throw away the key. 
I grow grayer and colder,
And the past becomes older,
Yet I’m still trudging through the mud
That you left me stranded in.
For every milestone is a boulder,
A weight I have to shoulder,
And the loss of you is just too heavy
To handle on my own.
But who would choose to bear it?
Ease my pain and share it?
For no one else will ever know
The gravity,
The weight,
Of the love that’s been shaken.
Hung up to dry
On a string in the shadowed trees,
Where I run off to cry.

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Girlhood

There’s a person living in my skull
But she once loved life out here 
She would run around for hours
Kicking dust and chasing fear 
There’s a person who existed 
Used my body for her games
She would laugh and play for hours
She’s since seen some better days 
And sometimes I think I miss her
Though I know she’s still kept close
She hides away in darkened corners 
Oh how the vines of time have grown 
Child, please I know you’re in there 
Help me laugh and play once more 
I long for running and for freedom
The ability to just ignore
There’s a person resting in my head 
She is me but I’m not her 
I’ve fallen in, forgotten how to tread
Without the innocence of a girl

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Rooted

Beneath the shade of a tree 
On a blanket handed down
In shoes that are too big still
And a yard with untouched ground
Someday you will stand 
To take your first steps here
Someday you will reach 
And climb the branches near

Atop the canopy of leaves
When you’re looking low
Peer upon a flower bed
With springtime seeds to sew
Soil riddling our nails
Someday you and I will plant 
You’ll offer to help with dinner
But I’ll still help you wash your hands

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Gasping For Air

I thought it’d take a mountain
A mountain moved and climbed
A thousand games of hide & seek
Before I’d ever find
The answer to the question
All-knowing, holy truth
Will I ever get over what happened
Will I ever stop loving you

It’s quite simple really
Too often overthought
By those who’ve loved 
and those who’ve not
And those who wish they never had 

There is no end,
Only evaporation 

The love mists into false disappearance
But it is still there
Still lingering in every breath 
For love is like oxygen
Fuel for the soul
Fuel for the body who will never be whole
Without their missing piece again

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Soft again

And so she walks ‘cross mossy greens
Until her soles rubbed raw 
She never slows or turns her cheek
‘Way from the rising dawn 

As leaves do change and fall below
She hardly feels the chill
For when it’s time for snow to blow
She’s passed the hardest hills

Her fabric’s torn on passing thorns
The Earth’s gone soft again
And when the songbird ‘gain does horn
She whistles at path’s end 

Her grave sits chipped and wearing with
The ever raging winds
On beds of grass no bodies sit
To visit with a friend 

Lonesome evermore she lies
Her hums the buzzing bees
Her golden locks the daffodils 
Her eyes the muddy creek 

Time pieces back the things she’s lost
Peace times in grains of sand
When lost are all the grains she had
Her bones remain to talk

The wind does carry voices far
‘Cross seas and skies the vast
And lone a voice does come to speak
To bones of her time’s past

Who brought you here to rest so far?
On your own you walked?
To escape the rooftop eyes?
Or hopeful that a passerby
May one day make the stop?

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On the Porch

I pictured a yard with flowers wild 
I pictured a dog amongst the reeds 
I pictured a tree swing and a child 
I pictured a pond with swimming geese

I pictured a mountain as my view
I pictured a table rustic grained 
I pictured a bed to fall into 
I pictured a rug with memory stains 

I pictured a mug to sip my tea
I pictured a hand that stroked my hair 
I pictured the shelves with books to read 
I didn’t know that you’d be there to share 

I’d always known I wanted someone near
I’d always wished that someone else would hear 
The crickets with me as I sit at night 
And realize the dreams that turned out right

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Frost’s bite

When the first wave came and pulled a soul away, I continued on searching for shells in its wake. 

When the winds revved up and took someone else, I cried for the chickens who had to wait in the mud for me to rebuild their coop. 

When the bolt struck town square splitting one into two, I asked all the neighbors if my favorite tree burned, too. 

When the chill took my own, I froze where I stood. Icicles formed over head. The robins outside my window were replaced by sullen ravens. The sun stopped rising altogether. 

When the dark took me, I understood better. The eye of a hurricane hitting hardest at its center. The outskirts of a tornado splintering walls but not a brother. Grief sizzling in the coals of a fire, glowing stronger than the flames themselves. And frost’s bite, though sometimes peaceful and quiet, reaches everything on Earth, regardless of shelter.