No More

The season of joy is arriving.
You will see him,
spend time with him,
laugh with him,
smile with him
and create memories with him.

Then suddenly you won't.
He is gone
from your presence.
No more will you see him,
nor spend time with him,
nor laugh with him,
nor smile with him,
nor create memories with him.

Others tell you he is in a better place
but that does not lessen your pain
for no more will you see him
nor touch him, nor hug him,
nor feel his warmth, and nor his caring,
nor comfort nor be comforted by him.

You are only left with a question:
Why? Why you my son?
For which there is no answer.
Only knowing you will see him,
touch him, hug him,
feel his warmth and caring,
and feel his comfort and be comforted by him
no more.

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It

Scary, Marvelous,

Frightful, Delightful.

Which way am I going?

I want to control it,

but never can I.

And it controls me not.

It just flows;

Why can’t I?

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Life’s Path

I want to walk life’s path with you
through the roses and the thorns
because I love you.

Walking life’s path with you
at my side will be so much
more colorful and scented.

The roses will smell sweeter
with you at my side;
The thorns will hurt much less
with you at my side.

I want to make this journey,
only if you are willing to walk
with me at my side.

Are you?

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It

Scary, Marvelous,

Frightful, Delightful.

Which way am I going?

I want to control it,

but never can I.

And it controls me not.

It just flows;

Why can’t I?

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Five Little Piggies

Five little piggies went to market.

The first little piggy bought some marijuana.

The second little piggy bought some downers.

The third little piggy bought some uppers.

The fourth little piggy bought some heroin.

The fifth little piggy was a narc.

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Hope

Separation.

The phone rings.

Your voice.

I hear your voice.

After so long,

I am sure that you love me.

Tortured by self-doubt.

Wondering if love existed between us.

And wondered if we should go our separate ways.

Now hope exist that we can make it together.

Hope that lives inside me instead of torturous self-doubt.

Hope of us and not just me.

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Denial

“Girlfriend, can we talk?.”

“Sure. About what?”

“I think you're in denial.”

“I don't think so.”

“Have you taken a test yet?”

“Ummmm.... No, not yet.”

“Why not?”

“Just too much going on.”

“Well, when can you take the test?”

“I don't know. Just too much going on now.”

“Are you free now for a bit?”

“Yeah for now I am.”

“Then take the test now.”

“I don't feel like it. Maybe later”

“Do you think you are?”

“Maybe, I'm not sure.”

“How many symptoms you have on this list?”

“Almost all of them.”

“Almost all of them, and you think you might be?”

“So how are you doing, girlfriend?”

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