I ain't home

sometimes, the hours are lonely, empty

without any words or space to breath 

sometimes I cannot hide my anger

and speak the words I should speak as

my relief 

and I know there will be no answer

she's not here to hear these  words I breath

but these words I speak I speak in her 

lingering silence 

and are mine and mine only to speak

 

and I leave the walls that surround me

to meet the world once promised to me

'cause this prison of silence is not meant for 

any one not even me

and yes, she should consider her options her new reality

I ain't home and never no more will I be I left my anger 

at the threshold of her ignorance walking out of  her room

walking out of her existing silence

a silence now her own new realty

(c) JR. 2022

 

Shade of loveliness

and when I see her walking
in the early hours of the morning
through the fields of our yesterdays
with the shine of a new tomorrow
in her eyes I can only sigh

it is when I love her innocence the most
walking through our morning's haze into
the brightness of a coming day wondering
what life will bring when our future finds
its self where our hearts sigh

and when I see her walking in the early hours
of this morning with a breeze running through
the darkness of her hair I know it is that shade
of loveliness I want to share

(c) JR. 2019