Selective thoughts

forget me not..

memory loss – if it isn’t you and I carrying the cross

the gap too wide to fill – my life silently still..

We sit between chaos and peace

a rare gift are the

moments we share to keep

the chaos spreading us here & there

Splitting us into pieces we can’t bear..

Yet the peace we share is beyond compare..

There is a deficit in my heart – one that shortchanges me if we are too far apart

you alone are my home..

Some share love that reads like a poem-

then there are those that play out like an episode

while others could fill a chapter..

Ours would be a book that continues through the ages

criss crossing all the stages as it gauges the wonder of us..

maybe I’m biased -maybe I’m skewed

But the chant of my heart determines the slant

There’s good, there’s bad and much to be had

But only the good remains..