Thanks

My job here is done.
And perhaps so is yours.
Remember the fun we had.
Remember how we laughed.
Remember this time in your life.

The world is vast yet small.
Many places yet to be discovered.
Many places yet to be explored.

Thanks for being there.
Thanks for lending an ear.
Thanks for the laughs.
Thank you for caring.
You have been my sanity in this crazy world.
You have been my escape.

Go on your way.
Travel well my dear friend.
May you discover
Peace, Love and Joy.

Timing

Here I go again.

The heart knows no other way.
To love, to hold.
To let go.

To hope and trust.
To believe,
that one day,
the timing will be right.

Acceptance

22nd November 2011

Acceptance,
that you're going.
Acceptance,
that you are you
and I am me.
Acceptance,
of all the things
I thought not of.

From acceptance,
a calmness.
Peace.
Love.

Defence

18th November 2011

Ask once, twice.
But not three times.
No confirmation?
"No" is the assumption.

Barriers are up.
Guards are up.
Once again.

Don't want anything to do with you.
Hate that you're leaving.
Hate to say goodbye.
Hate that you're just a season,
and not a lifetime.

Sadness from within.
Time is running out.

Another time.
Another place.
Another lifetime.

The Heart

What I crave, you'll never know.
What I long for, you'll never know.

A moment.
A minute.
A second.

Just a time
when time can stand still
and nothing else matters.

Love. Joy. Pain.
The heart knows nothing else.

Heartless?

The sadness in her eyes,
from some deep-seated memory
from an exhausted life on the streets.
"I just need to rest" she sighs,
But her request falls on deaf ears.

A tear trickles down her cheek.
No one can understand her pain,
of having lost and lost
time and time again.

People walking by stare at her in disgust.
Their noses scrunch up at the stench.
No one understands.
No one offers a thing.

In her lonely world on a hot day
All she wants is to rest.
All she wants is a minute of normality.
A minute of sanity.

But this peace people cannot afford her,
"She is homeless."
"She is not one of us."
"She can't sit here."

She is just helpless.
Are we just heartless?