Looking Back


We both thought it was serious

That we were as one

Yet we treated it

Like a high school fling


Expecting it would be easy

Thinking we would get

Everything we needed

With little to no effort


When the needed work

Presented itself

You bolted angrily

Thinking it was never meant to be


Those next lives we share

How about getting grungy

With elbow grease

For the love we want


Last Day of Rest


This my last

Before the race

Forget the past

I wash my face


The chains that shake

That hold me back

As true heartache

They start to crack


Omens grab me

Pushing, pulling

Force me to see

My soul needs filling