Afterward.

It's over for me.

I hear songs in my head, but they are only echoes.

I remember words, but they are only

noises attached to a feeling that is long gone.

I feel now that this waiting

is all that's left.

I will raise my children.

I will hope that their time will be

Fuller, real-er, longer.

I pray that they will find a Home on the earth

That lasted longer than mine did.

They will have to find their own way there-

I have lost the map.

Middle Game

The pawns move forward only to block forward movement by black.
Trapped.
The bishop slides across the board tempting capture.
The queen holds ground waiting....waiting.

My days move on.
Not getting enough done, leaving it all till a day off.
I let it go, I play catch-up.
Which is fine, because after all
It's plowing through.
It's work.
Just keep moving.
It's just that the end game never comes.
When,
win or lose,
There is at least a hand shake and closure.

Super Duper

She asked me a simple question.
One that I'd rather not have had her ask
because it meant she knew.
What she knew now
was that I once,
so full of potential and spiritual purpose,
am a disappointment
and a cynical one at that.
Awesome.