Cursive Letters

I placed my thumb on her

soft face

and felt those

butterflies

come fluttering back

like they do every time

I am reminded that she is my

wife.

I wipe away her tears

and look into her eyes

“I have to go”

I whisper

and she shakes her head

but remains silent

because she knows

words alone

can not convince me

because she knows

in my head

and the heads of the army

I have already gone.

But silence is the worst goodbye

because it leaves space for thoughts to come intruding in

ruining the moment.

Silence is the worst goodbye

because there are so many words

I want to say

scream

yell to her

but I cannot because her silence

speaks over me

drowning

me

out.

 

 

We’re All Dying

We’re all dying, that’s not a lie,

Each with an individual hourglass,

Counting down their time,

Their sunsets and their dawns,

Slipping away like sand in fingers,

Grappling, grabbing, gone,

And another is filled,

Another hourglass begins,

Another life to build,

Ying and Yang,

Good and evil,

When one dies the others sang,

For death is not the end,

As a new life has began.

 

 

 

 

A Pessimist’s Anthem

What good is living when you’re practically dead?What good are morals when all we do is guess?

What good are morals when all we do is guess?

What good are priests’ speeches, When all they have said,

Have been reused over and over again?

What good is listening to your heart over your head,

When your heart’s just a muscle beating in your chest?

What good is waking up when you could just lie in bed?

What good is living when you’re already dead?