Something Good
There were times
When I would rather
Have slept forever.
I saw you
In dreams then
And that was better
Than not seeing
You at all.
I took to leaving
The alarm clock
In the kitchen, unset,
Where I couldn't
Even hear it's ticking
And moved my bed
Where the sun
On slipping through
The uncurtained window
Would not catch me
Sleeping.
I guess something good
Has come out of
Your not needing me
As much as i need you.
I give the cat more attention
And she's happy;
I neglected her
Far too much before.
***
The Soft Goodbye
If you had really cared for me,
You would have told me
That someday you wouldn't.
***
Thanks Byron. Thank you for touching my young heart now and my old heart now. Thanks for letting me publish these poems.
1 comment:
Thank you for publishing the poems.
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