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Memory Lane

MEMORY LANE

I quite like
revisiting
ancient haunts;

lightly caressing
the memories evoked.

I learnt long ago
the foolishness
of regret,

of expectation
or disappointment.

Regrets

REGRETS

I can’t recall anyone
I didn’t disappoint in some way
Apart from the ones
Who couldn’t care less about me
In the first place

Friday 13th

FRIDAY 13th

The worse today gets
How easier to improve
It’s for tomorrow

Love Story

LOVE STORY

This weight on one’s chest?
This all too fallible heart?
Imagination!

Soulmate

SOULMATE

You understand me
You accept me as I am
That’s irony, right?

Expectations

EXPECTATIONS

Two children were each given an acorn to plant.

The first was interested, pleased, impressed, deeply moved as it gradually grew into an oak tree, a transformation she could never have anticipated, scarcely have believed possible.

The other was bitterly disappointed.

She had wanted a beech tree.

The Ingrate

THE INGRATE

One more empty day
She hopes life will arrive soon
She’s been waiting years

Out Of Kilter

OUT OF KILTER

Lost and found again
We’d love to be sharing but
No one’s listening

Intercourse

INTERCOURSE

I confess I always found
Any attempt at true contact
Rather anxiety-provoking

(Not that I could not
Camouflage that pretty well)

Never had much tolerance
For fatuous role play

In later years however
The problem has lessened

It’s not that I cured the anxiety
But that I so rarely encounter
Anyone who is capable of contact

Even should I feel the desire

Marriage & The Ex

MARRIAGE & THE EX

A mine field
Mine till I shared it

In search of what?
Trust? Security?

It’s like I say
A mine field