The love is gone
Why are we still running
in circles here?
The feelings that were once true
Empty halls and shallow walls of a house that was a home
Is now filled with cold air
No one’s feelings we have to spare
Our hearts are cold as winter
Leaving us to pick out the splinters
One thing we can agree on is to go our separate ways
And that we will both be in a better place
I despise running in circles
let me run in squares
the stops and starts of a broken love affair
I thought we turned a corner but I stood alone as you weren’t there
I used to love winter but the cold this year has been brutally bitter as our love began to wither
Now I cling to thoughts of spring
and hopeful of what a change in seasons will bring.
Our Snow Angels
still lay imprinted
in the week old snow
of swinging giggling arms
yet they are empty now
empty like the echo
of the tv that I watch alone
of the pans that clink
with meals for one
of my footsteps walking
to an empty bedroom
echoing like my lost dreams
of what once was so real
Once I believed
we could hold vows true
but the circle was broken
Winter swept in with an icy chill
as you left
and the remembrance
of your golden band bouncing off the counter
throughout the recesses of my mind.
Gazing through latticed windows
To catch the sun
Cruel April left me undone
For in the clouds of whimsy
I caught. Glittering eyes
Flimsy wispy clumsy lies
My May his charms had
Chained to December
Condemned to ponder
And Stoke sad embers
Winter’s sheltered warmth in summer’s brazen heat
Sometimes a chilly breeze
Is what you really need.
I won’t remember how
It felt to thaw
Unwanted upon the counter
Past the expiration of our love
But toss out all notions of sell by dates
And walk away
All alone… Embracing this
Soul satiating solitude
That offers me fruit
A peace in contemplative roots.
I feel tension pervading the space between us
like the fog rolling in…
an overwhelming plague of darkness.
Misty eyes begin flowing like rapids,
crashing upon the shores of my heart.
I’m suddenly capsized by emotions,
carried away in the current of my own thoughts.
I fear the worst about how this will play out,
but what choice do I have?
For when you truly love someone,
there are no ropes binding them to your vessel,
no anchors to hold them in place,
and no compass to direct their path.
There is only hope that when you’re lost at sea,
they are the lighthouse guiding you back home.
Storms rage incessantly roiling the dark seas
currents constantly tug and entice
lightning illuminates the hailstones of life’s travails
rain and hail pelt upon my soul every waking hour
yet I remain strong and steadfast
for my anchor holds me secure in port
no chain or rope binds me
for I am free and I remain bound only by love
mesmerized by the beacon
in your eyes
guides me home.
Something slipped through my fingers
I lost it somewhere
I just can’t recall the place
Something that was mine alone
Gone without a trace
I think it was my courage
Something doused my inner fire
left it cold and damp
please find your torch and light it
© Tammy S. Thomas, Veronica Thornton, D.B. Hall, Amrita Valan, Dena Daigle, D.B. Hall, Brenda-Lee Ranta
Excerpt from the book Fire and Ice
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