“When will I have a place to put all this painful love?
This is a poem I wrote back in September of 2019.
A poem from the book “The Universe Inside Her II: A Book of Unsorted Poetic Letters”
A jealous person will always prevent you from seeing the good and beauty in yourself.
A short story fable.
The day you were born was a sunrise for humanity (even the day you were conceived);
the eve of something great–indeed not even just the eve, but the beginning.
This day is most blessed by God and most sacred to the heavens.
Indeed, it is sacred and precious to me.
This garden will always have been a blessing to me, and now I let it grow and reverently sit in its shade.
to revel in something, but not ruin it, you must be reverent and respectful of the treasure it is to cherish.
And it kills me to remember you shaking your head, after you came to me in tears, and walking out that door to never come knocking again.
I still want to grow old with you if you’ll let me. If you’ll help me rebuild these broken pieces of this once-most-beautiful home.
Our perspective is our universe.
Wish your love had been honest from the start. I wish the “I love you” dripping off your tongue hadn’t been a lie.
Geez, time flies by…