Life

I have snow flakes

glistening

in my wine glass

it’s weird

you see

floating

like tears

round

the red rimed eye

at the bottom

of the crystal glass

#101 of #eyeintheglass

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Priorities

That’s all that matters

Him

I don’t know what it is about him

Every time

I see him

Tears well up in my eyes

My heart stands still

and I stare

like a love struck teenager

at her idol rock star

Is it his eyes?

smoldering with intensity?

Is it his smile?

Soft pink and curling cruel

hidden by a well kept beard?

It’s his hands!

fingers long

stroking sensual sounds

of long ago

forgotten in today.

Yes, it’s his hands…

I wish

I could feel

his guitar stroke touch.

and as the sea

ebbs and flows

I suddenly know

all the years of fighting

and struggling to become

someone

somewhere

was part of a journey

to nowhere.

Maybe now

I’ll be free

to be the me

I was meant to be

Sitting in my Jag

the lights

jumping

gayly

on the dark display

the mall parking lot

cold and empty

the long distance call

is long gone

but still

I sit

with the phone

in my hand

wondering

“Is the sacrifice, worth it.”