I woke this morning

I woke this morning
Again, my pillow was wet
It was still very cold
So it couldn’t be sweat
I’ve been crying in my sleep
Since I won that bet…
We couldn’t last two weeks
After the first day we met!
Painfully but I must admit
Am not near so over you yet

The Scent

You are gone but your scent is here
On the pillow, on the sheets and in the air
And as I count the days to your return
My days are longer without it's sun

The Suicide Note

They found her suicide note online
And marvelled at the verse
The rhythm danced in every line
Oh what a talented lass!

Her language was very witty
The imagery was, oh, so striking
A thoroughly enjoyable ditty
And totally to their liking

So they post their clever notes
And clicked on to the next…
And never mind the poet who wrote
At last, her very best

The Trash You Left Behind

The trash you left behind
Brought your memories to my mind
Letters, poems, candid pictures
Promised lies, lost futures
Bring back tears and the pain
Of our bitter parting allover again
We haven’t changed and if we met…
Emotions spring that I can not let…
I have a future now, you are the past
The midnight dream that did not last
All those reminiscences start to pale
When I weigh them on the scale
Of Mr. Man and our son
The past is past; can’t be undone
Our love lost out but we both won
The kind of now where we belong
But I can not put your trash away
At least not yet, not today
I still mourn what we left behind
Like shackles that eternally bind
I hold the keys but dread freedom
I don’t want yet to be free from
The bitter memory of our shared ecstasy
I am not living any fantasy
You were no knight in shining armor
Treated me worse than a paramour
I was your slave, your little whore
Well those were the days of yore
A past nobody else can remember
Except once a year, every October
I mourn the pain of leaving you
You marked my heart like a tattoo
All I can recall is pain and hurt
Like a stabbing wound from a vengeful cut

The trash you left behind

Bring your memories to my mind

At Times Am Overwhelmed

at times am overwhelmed
by the abundance of nothing
just sitting there alone
by the lagoon
and watching the foaming brine
bring in debris of all kinds
or taking a walk
on the dark side
and i cross the road
where the motel was
and see comfort workers
still hawking their stuff
but i turn and walk on by
at times like that
i recall your first cut
the times we necked
at the lagoon front
the things we did
at our heavenspot
you touched me in places
i did not know exist
and i took you on journeys
that i can not now revisit
saw you now all
married and proper
a vicar's wife
fitted for the role
like the thread fits the needle
i begin to doubt if
it didn’t all happen
maybe i hallucinate
two dozen times
over three years
or may be i break your heart
and you found god
and he showed you the vicar
who gave showed you peace
but am still walking in the shadows
behind the trees where
we used to make love
and haunt the streets
were we rendezvoused
am still thinking
why did i leave
and if i was the earth
and you were the leaf
why in the name of newton
did you not come back to me

at times overwhelmed
by the abundance of nothing
i compose this corny lines

I Remember You

When my boat is empty
Of catch and the fishes
Won’t come out
Because the sun is shining
Angrily overhead, then
I remember you