every day
you do some small thing that makes me smile
you don’t even know it
you go about your life completely oblivious
to how you brighten mine
and i will never speak it
but there are tiny bits of you
that make my soul sing
every day
Tag: Love
Split Ends
There's no real repair for a split end
except for a snip.
Ideal to catch it early
before the damage travels
fraying and weakening the whole strand,
ruining all of what came before.
Perhaps I am at fault,
for proper care would have
prevented such.
But that is hindsight and now there is
split end after split end.
Too many build -
perhaps it would be better
to chop it all off
and start fresh.
Holding on is sometimes a sunk cost fallacy.
Learn to let go.
No Regrets
that idealized love
which fuels us
(all of us
in the secret places of our hearts
that we do not admit)
exists
But it is:
not always returned;
not always understood;
not always perfect;
not immune to the ravages
of the mortal coil.
Here is a miracle:
that all of the generations existed
that your mother met your father
and through happenstance
whether sorrowful or beautiful
you existed.
that through all the ages, wars, and devastations
my line of ancestors persevered
and led to me.
that somehow, despite the breadth and width and depth
of the whole of the world
we met.
through some small twist of fate
we might not have been
and yet we are.
Existing to meet,
meeting itself –
a miracle.
And yet
love returned is rare.
Yes, it’s not fair.
But we all know the rules of the game
and the rewards
and the worth behind the risk.
remember
that in the end you are nothing
as in the beginning you were nothing
and that nothing is the sum of us
in the eyes of this great uncaring universe
but we can be nothing together
as easily as we could be nothing alone
and we have nothing to prove
to the eyes of this great uncaring universe
scatterbrain
there go my thoughts falling about
scattered about
my scattered brains
any thought at all will do
trying so hard not to think about you.
mehryment 