My last unheard words.

I thought for a moment you were almost human, like you almost cared

I have no problem admitting I’m wrong, unlike you I’m not scared!

I know you don’t like being wrong in fact I’m sure you despise it.

So don’t mind if I take a minute to rewind it.

I’d like to point out just a wee thing or two wrong with you.

I realize now it’s not just me you lie to, we both know you lie to you too.

Don’t bother trying to convince me you were and are happy before and without me.

You do not trust, you doubt me.

The funny thing is you’re so stuck, it’s stupid.

Once long ago I saw it in your eyes, you too had been struck by that drunk prick Cupid.

You went thru my things seeking anything to use to fuel your fire of distrust!

At once I read your look of disgust.

You did everything in your power to tear yourself away.

What I don’t understand is why you think you have to pretend everything is okay.

For a few days a friend floated up from the past and you let your guard down.

I’ll admit it was actually kinda nice having him around.

For 3 amazing days you let me in, a place I knew you’d never let me be again let alone stay.

To allow yourself to be happy just isn’t your way.

I’d never seen you so happy before nor a glimpse even since.

If you won’t tell me, at least admit to yourself it was nice feeling the warmth of someone else.

You held my hand, danced fingers lightly on my skin, even snuggled in close that day we slept in.

I almost feel sorry for you, living in anger just to ensure no one can hurt you.

I’ve told you more than once and proved many times I am truly incapable of telling lies.

Sadly now even if you changed your mind, it’s too late cuz you already changed mine.

I would have loved you, put none above you.

Now it’s too late and I’m not sorry to say it’s too bad cuz I really did love you.

©Jan 27 2018


Obscenely Grey Day for Mike Casaway

I can’t believe he’s gone, not one easily replaced

The day we lost him, the whole world cried.

The rain poured down, just as the tears streamed my face

He lit up any room, awlays sparking the most colourful conversations.

Not so careful, I swear he loved the confrontations?

Never one to fall behind, his was more the power of persuasion.

Wise beyond his years, the man quite honestly surprised me daily.

A lover of games, he just loved to be at play

Always after the laughter.

His verbal linguistics made it damn near impossible to match wits!

He cared for the right reasons and shared more than just feelings, from ideas to ideals.

Always had a point to make and advice if you were smart you’d take!

Don’t let it get too dark now without his guiding light

We all know he’d want us all to fight thru it

I’ll admit I barely knew him and tho I loved him, he will always remain a mystery

To those of you lucky enough to really know him I know you’ll miss him just as much if not more than I already do.

He was taken from us far too soon.