Poem: Who?

Who’s wishing you goodnight?

Who’s bidding you good morning?

Who’s checking in on you to

Make sure you are all right?

Who’s messaging you all day?

Who’s making you laugh?

Who’s getting pictures of you

Lounging in your bath?

Who’s texts are you hiding?

Who’s calls you take in secret?

Who’s getting your love

And affection more frequent?

Who’s comparing do you prefer?

So much more than mine?

Who’s smiling across the table

As you pour some more wine?

I used to be The Who.

That you chose to love always.

Always ended so quickly

It’s left me in a daze.

TBT: The Feeling

Two people living quiet and alone,

Suddenly into a spinning chaos are thrown,

Madly chasing their tails like a dog,

They find each other through the thick fog.

Running and jumping over sharp rocks and logs,

Crawling through a thick deep muddy bog.

Still they stand, now together they’ve grown.

Hearts beating and racing entirely too fast,

Not a single thought remains of the past,

Thumping and bumping the friction is hard,

Quickly the snake slithers through the yard,

Sweet sweat rolls down soft skin so smooth,

Tongues leaving slick saliva as they move,

With a huge burst and a cry it’s over, at last.

A cool breeze returns to the night.

The silhouette can be made out in the light.

Bodies embraced and as one they breath.

All pain and anguish has all but left.

Peace and tranquility is all that remains.

Forever the unstoppable heart will retain,

the feeling .