A poem about love

Sometimes I forget
this mountain I’ve climbed
that I stand on top
and live on this peak now

It has been raining for more days than I can count
Frigid droplets find their way into every crack and crevice
Despite hood and umbrella, my face becomes soaked
Numbing my cheeks and nose
False tears from a phantom cry fest

Look at the sky at the end of the day
The moments before our light slips away
the last encore goes on display
dazzling violet

Out of my dreams and into my world
You came so unexpectedly
carrying many tokens
from our ancestors

Don’t be loyal to me
Be loyal to you

A poem about a life lived on the same block

How I would like to venture out
into the moonlight,
traipse across the cold, wet, snow
with no destination in mind
other than awe

Musings on becoming unsaved

A poem about how it can be for a depressed person

I’ve been standing in the storm
a while now
so long I can’t remember
the color of the sky

I watch you fall, I want to believe
I am your person if you’ll let me
I hear your cries, for what could be
I watch you fall, I want to believe

For my neighbors

Outside my window
raindrops softly pat
a deluge of tears
unquestioning sadness
from an unapologetic sky

She told me the worst news

After all I’ve learned
and all I’ve heard
and all I’ve lived
I had no idea what to say
what to do

About finally walking away

The sun shines silently
from far away
lighting up diamonds
across the bay
It reminds me
I am not alone

So many last days
that I could not see coming
They haunt me
I would have loved to pause and savor those days

I was afraid the night of the storm
I hate wind
the branches moving against my window
But in the morning
all was calm
leaves in rearranged piles
resting silently
a delicate display