[POEM] I had a breakup today
A parting of the ways
A coming to an end
A breakup with a friend
[POEM] To be fair.
It didn’t start out this way.
You were loving and so kind.
So sweet and tender.
You called me all the time.
Spent hours talking. . .
[POEM] He has a secret place.
That he goes to.
I’m not welcome there.
He escapes to spin his dreams.
(And wallow in his pain?)
[POEM] My life don’t rhyme like some folks do.
It doesn’t gel in rhythm.
It walks a beat that’s syncopated.
It doubles down and triple steps.
It squeaks, it whines, it shimmies.
[POEM] In the English language.
The word perfect has a superlative meaning.
To be the best, above all the rest.
At the top; Unsurpassed.
Free from flaw, impeccable and pristine.
[POEM] Heartache is
The realization that your life is not.
the way it was the day before.
And the day before was better.
[POEM] I was five years old or thereabouts.
And I heard the shouts.
Piercing the darkness of my room.
It was you and mommy too.
Why is this my earliest memory of you?
