wives’ tales

many kindly say
in time, hearts mend.
partly true this may be.
chips gone missing,
glue in the cracks,
cautiously repaired,
pieces never match.
new old heart, not quite right.
the empty inside
whispers all night.



Chill in the air

Keep walking by, my name stuck in your throat.
The brush of my lips, the warmth that you felt.
Now a vague memory, it slips from your grasp.
Who was I, now just out of reach?
My touch and my heart, I took it all back.
Keep walking by, that name stuck in your throat.

Everything old is new

What is left to say about love?
It’s all been done.
Those without cry for the day
when two are one.