Where My Heart Is

Where My Heart Is

I drive this highway more often than I can say.

As I glance at the blue sky filled with brilliant cotton clouds,

I wonder if I truly belong here.

The evergreen and aspen covered mountains surround me.

I am encircled with beauty and love.

But it's difficult to determine.

Can I really call this place mine?

Sitting in this circle with you,

Reading words from a page.

Surrounded by black fabric, gray walls, gray floor,

I look at the empty chairs in the House,

And my gaze lifts toward that magic box.

My soul is filled 

With an overwhelming sense of wonder and elation.

As I recognize - this is home.

(July 24, 2015)

Longing To Be Loved

Longing To Be Loved

Everywhere you look
You will find people
Longing to be loved.
Desiring to be touched
Held.

We try to find something
That feels like home.
Even if we don't know
Exactly what that even means.
Familiar.

The truth is simple
Love is ambiguous
And cryptic at times.
Nobody can be sure.
Uncertain.

But we give it our best guess
And we learn to give
What we can
And take what is given.
Love.

(February 4, 2015)

You Don't Love Her

You Don't Love Her

I heard you slept with her again.
Even though you told me
You don't love her.
I wouldn't say I'm angry
Well, maybe just a little.
You said it won't work.
You don't even want it to,
But you're stringing her along
Every time
And then you accuse her
Of obsessive behavior
Which might be justified.
You tell her it's over
But when she craves
Your affection
You don't resist the temptation
Of her charms.
So don't be that guy.
Because you told me
You don't love her.

(February 4, 2015)