You asked for Tenderness

and why not? ...I felt

this moment frozen 

and paper clipped

to its own file folder.

This isn't the kind 

of sentimental and

situational stuff I write:

"yes, I know, but........"

though I feel very strongly 

this sensation of 

sitting at some

one else's desk...

sniffling & craving bed

out of touch, out of place

out of time, cliched

too soon too late

in a word rich

environment 

surrounded

by thoughts

of things 

I haven't

said...

ever present

and dense

sneezed

like allergy

seeds in

the ever

elusive

breeze...

of course

I'm thinking

of you

and not a 

handkerchief

near to my breast

like a pocket pet

unimagined

you waif around me

as the sound of a

song buried yet

unkept by the dead

as we're writing

in our heads

I'm weeding titles

out of circulation

in case you're wondering

my current occupation

is not my steady

preoccupation....

I'm looking for the day

of last check outs

and though the 

question is when... 

will you be checking in?

...but for the moment

I'm just sitting:

at someone else's desk

where is says:

"ThinkCentre"

"Do Not Remove"

"Do Not Shut Off This Computer!"

among other post-it-stickies...

near our mouse... and stapler

the corded phone that 

displays 9-11

and makes me

want to call

home

#easypromises #challenge

like the waves

that stay growing,

your lies amount

to deathly highs.

but unlike the beautiful sea

that promises life,

your lies are deathly.

every day

your promise

those easy promises

with your uncaring eyes

and ruined heart.

every day

i believe you

with my hopeful soul

and loving mind.

and every day

you forget your promises,

apologizing profusely.

unbearable hurt takes over

but i always say

"it's okay."

That’s what I said.

Going to get back at ya, chum.

My vindictive side boiling,

Like mount St.Helen,

Which we learned about

That very day.

“Was that a threat, I hear?”

He asked, pushing me to the brink.

The pyroclastic rage

That I was feeling,

Knew no relief.

“No, IT’S A PROMISE”

I completed the cliché,

Of which we were both ignorant.

You will remember this, I vowed.

Funny enough , he never did.