I saw two old women today
walking arm in arm out the sliding doors of the hospital
laughing and giggling and carrying on
drawing on each others strength for support.
The tears of pain have fallen
The hours of sleep have passed.
Each day a new beginning
Opportunities within grasp.
I found what you wrote, as you can see.
I read all your beautiful words, they touched me.
It seems that an outlet for our feelings is right at our fingertips.
Our pain so easy to type, to read, to be seen.
Crystalized sugar in Grandma's old jelly jar
glistening on the kitchen windowsill.
Stale music, crisp air, and the faint taste of tobacco tar.
Lying in the dark
with pleated white satan,
dressed to the nines
and infanately quite.
I didn't think the last goodbye
I ever heard you utter was forever.
If I had known, I would have taken it to heart.
I would have told you how you touched my life,
I close my eyes
and that is when I see
a beautiful life
where you love me.
Inside me I feel a hunger for love
Starving for affection.
I beat wildly at the thought of devotion.
The ache of yearning is too much to bear.
You are my enemy, yet I know you so well.
I walk through life, this living hell.
Each person I meet another lie to tell.
The walls around my heart, a cold hard cell.
It's all the little things you do
that you don't even realize your doing.
Insignificant things that wouldn't even be noticed,
Except the fact that I take note,