January 15, 2024
those moments i picture you in the room
the green striped shirt
the white tank top
the beige khakis.
and only one cheek lifts.
the hole that it forms -oh
i can see the whole life we could have had in that dimple.
i were a poet
so i could put words
on how you almost made me feel.
those nights when you sleep
and i stroke the memory of your arm.
the pillow still holds the shape of your head, you know?
and your lips mumble something.
something already gone.
i were an artist
so i could put color
on the words you almost said to me.
those memories we’ll never make.
the ones of fights in yellow kitchens
and the make-ups on crowded streets.
the ones in blue suburbans
driving down the coast.
the ones on pebble beaches
scraping your knee.
the ones of sunsets
stretching into sunrises.
the ones in white dresses
and your breath on my neck.
i were a composer
so i could put to music
the steps we almost took together.
we will always be.
I am no shrink or life expert. In fact life throws me a lot of lemons. But I'm pretty good at making lemonade, being resilient and (I've been told) giving advice. So, if you need an outsider's perspective, I'm here! On love & relationships, on family issues, on work, on anything really. I'll give you my take and maybe (hopefully) it'll help. 100% anonymous of course.