Your mind is on someone else,
My heart was just a paperweight
Holding you in place.
Still...I thought it was beautiful
LH 2022
Again this morning
My mind woke me
With you nearby
Like you belonged
You've inhabited my head
Like a piece of cherished furniture
In a deserted house
I want to run my hand
Over your edges
So the corners feel smooth to the touch
I have a place for you
If you want to reside.
LH
The wound will scar
her distress is deep
she keeps picking at the scab
it will never heal
It reminds her she's alive
and she wants to see it bleed
Only the contours will mend
become smooth to touch
they tell her grieving takes time
but it's all too much
time is only an illusion
almost fooling her at times
she keeps picking at the scab
telling everyone she's fine.
LH 2015