wonder

You Never Did

[I know, I know. Another poem, but I wrote it in response to a prompt. To keep me writing. It is about love once again, but who doesn’t enjoy a sappy or heartbreaking story? Enjoy!]
Remember that morning?
We woke up side by side
Our hands entwined
I stared at you in awe
Wondering, breathlessly,
How such a sight
Handsome, rugged
Yet gentle
Could grace my gaze.
 
Remember that morning?
It seems a lifetime ago
The sun rose, waking our garden,
Lighting the world
With its radiance
And we watched from our deck
Or you did at least
While I thought up the ways
I loved you.
 
Remember that morning?
You wore a brave face
Smiled though you avoided me
Assuming the motions of our life
And then you dropped it
Shattering it into minuscule shards
Your words the ragged glass
That wounded me.
You left me an empty shell.
 
But it’s okay
You don’t have to love me.
I know you never did.
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Last Breath Leaves

“What is the meaning of life?”
A teacher asked of me
In one of my vivid dreams.
 
I cannot recall how I answered
Though every other wacky scene
Of that dream is in my memory.
 
My answer had gone up in smoke
But it made me wonder
If the meaning of life, its purpose
 
Is hidden in our subconscious.
An answer secret even to us
But it tells us what is right
 
The meaning of life is ambiguous
different and the same
For every living soul.
 
Our everyday journey
Through chaos and sanity
Is the road to that elusive answer.
 
I believe it can only be known
When one knocks on Death’s door
And sees the purpose of their life
 
Just as their last breath leaves.