Left Loose

This string that binds us

is left loose.

The string

that binds us,

is worn out brittle.

This string,

This

string,

if tied firmly,

held tightly,

finds me separated

from you.

This string

that binds us,

loose and brittle

I leave be.


**sometimes the best way to preserve a withering friendship is by letting things as they are...

Still

Find me still. Still and tranquil.
For what more I to stir?
Taste buds of my being, I can't taste you.
Neither sweet nor bitter.
No sense of you
Not hot, no cold
But I see you
I saw myself
And I here still. Still.
For what more I to stir?





**they say there is a time for everything. a time to stay, a time to move on. a time to laugh a time to cry. a time to persevere, a time to give up. when all means have been used up, sometimes the best way to go is to be still and allow things to happen

Caught in a Glance

In the blink and blitz of your glance,

I am blanched.

It leaves me wondering.

Are you seeing me?

or are your thoughts

of afar?

In the blink and blitz –

of those glances,

In such quick and quick glances

are a quiet, quick sand

slowly

Slowly still

Devouring my concentration.

It has drawn me deeper,

caught me struggling

In that puzzling wonder

Did you see – me?



**stolen glances may last but a millisecond but they leave you wondering for a stretched length of time.