The Moments and The Memories

They say that love is fleeting

So how is it is find myself

Thinking of each and every one

That’s left me far behind

The moments and the memories

Which once brought us together

And thd circumstances

That drove us all away

Each one still has a connection

A little piece of days gone by

Something I always find myself

Falling right back into

When the inspiration strikes

And drags me right along

Wrong Choices For Right Reasons

In the moment I made a choice
said the words and shut that door
Sealed shut on something beautiful
that I’d wanted for so long
But the timing wasn’t right
to take the shot felt wrong somehow
And though I may feel twinges of regret
(I know I felt much more than twinges then)
I can’t help but think of the potential
for doubt and remorse that might’ve been
Wrong choices made for the right reasons
rarely are the wrong they seem to be

Willing

The spirit is willing, as they say,

But the flesh is so heavy

And I grow tired of the repetition

The same endless loop

In circles again and again

Only to end up no further

Than the place I started from

So hesitant to take that first step

For the fear I’ll only fall backwards

Right into this spot I’ve cleared

And occupied so long

Is it better, as some claim,

To keep on trying and failing

I’m not sure I have the will

It would take to figure out

I’m barely standing as it is

Bruised by my ineptitude

As I’ve been repeatedly

Maybe this is meant to be

The hole I can’t escape from

Just let me curl up for a little while

So I can try to find the strength within

To maybe stick my head out just a bit

And see what all the commotion is about

Stones

No two stones shall weather the storm the same

We all have our cracks and crevices

The channels formed from circumstances

That make us all we see and hear

Some harden under pressure

Built to hold the load alone

Kept inside for no one else to see

Others crumble into dust

Unable to escape the weight

Their bonds broken into nothing

And then there are gemstones

Polished by the heat and time

Beauty rising from the ashes

There’s no telling what may be found

On the other side of life

Without going through

The pathway walked may be shared

But the ride will ever be unique

Fade

it was nothing for you
…but to me it meant everything
and I can’t quite seem to let it go
even now, years gone by,
it still comes to me in my dreams
and though I know the times are gone
some fragment of my soul still wanders
wishing and wondering for a chance
a fleeting glimpse of what never was
only in my fantasies
the ones I let myself fall into
to hide away from the truth
what touched me so strongly
what consumed me so greatly
was the product of circumstance
empty words, empty gestures
of someone seeking an escape
with implications greater than they knew
impressions drawn from nothing
a promise of a lifetime
which was never truly spoken
desperation born of silence
the inevitable collapse that I can’t seem
to find my way clear of
that first moment, when you looked at me
still burned into my mind
and the last, with nothing left
when we both turned away
the extremes of the emotions
and the echoes of the laughter
it may have been an illusion
but one which I still feel
no matter how I try to let it fade

Echoes of the Dreams

As much as I have to admit
all those potential futures
lived only in my dreams
I can’t help wishing now and then
that they might’ve had the chance
to find their way out of my head
and into some reality
And though I know the pointlessness
of trying to hold on too tight
to what was never really in my hands,
in the quiet moments here
I still hear the echoes
of the dreams so long gone by
and where we could’ve been

Haunt My Way No More

I try to keep my focus faced

In the right direction, always

But the path I tread is haunted

By ghosts of past transgressions

They follow me, so close behind

Sneaking up unbidden

And when they find their moment

They creep into my mind, unbidden

Tearing at my will

Turning my gaze back behind

To moments that I’ll never have again

And people better left to memory

It only serves to slow me down

On a road already seeped in struggle

But still I carry on

For what else can I do

But find my way to peaceful resolution

Where these spectres haunt my way no more