Lunch Time Hope

He said with a devilish grin,

“Make me a sandwich.”

and how my insides flipped.

If only he knew –

I would do anything for him.

My dreams had been crushed

and the though of sharing a sandwich,

just a simple lunch,

was enough to give me hope.

Hope that I was not damaged goods.

Hope that I might find life again

beyond the wreckage that was my failed marriage.

Hope that he was within my reach

and I was not only dreaming.

To make him a sandwich would be a good start

…I just smiled and said, “PB and J?”

Do You Take This Future…

the scene was elegant

handsome men

beautiful women

delicate flowers decorate

leaving a luxurious scent in the air

everything nearly perfect

the bride in an ornate white gown

the groom in a pure white tuxedo

a refined future seemed possible

if only they had known

the silver would tarnish

the diamonds turned dull

and life would turn fragile

and splinter in two

leaving this regal event

as nothing more than

a graceful illusion

Asteroid Minific

For a lot of people today’s one word prompt of twinkle brings to mind the childhood rhyme Twinkle Twinkle Little Star.  I on the other hand remember a sheet of paper my Dad gave me years ago that read like this –

Scintillate, scintillate, asteroid minific,
Fain would I fathom your nature specific.
Exaltedly set in ether capacious,
A reasonable facsimile of a gem carbonaceous.
Scintillate, scintillate, asteroid minific,
Fain would I fathom your nature specific.

Ever since that day I would remember the “scientific” version of the rhyme.  I know there were a lot of other common rhymes or proverbs translated on that sheet as well, but for some reason this one stuck.

So scintillate little star… make a wish and feel like a kid again tonight.

Cast The First Stone

With a loud plop

The stone began its fall

The water slowed its descent slightly

And I watched with fascination

The way the waves rippled outward

Almost as if the stone sent out a warning

“The end is near!”

This creek is too shallow I thought to myself

While morbid ideas danced in my mind

I shook my head and took a deep breath

I will not let the demons get to me

It is only a rock in the water

No metaphors today

I make a mental note to remember

Next time skip the rock across the water

Never let me see it fall to the watery graveyard

The Aftermath

the ice cream is melted and dripping

what is left of the cake is smashed

wrapping paper torn to shreds

the scene almost looks eerie

there are no people around

only empty memories left behind

another year spent frivolously

no hopes to hang dreams on

just another year stretched out before you

on the uncaring road of life


A Hand To Hold No More

Don’t make eye contact

just stare at the sidewalk.

He is walking this way

and the pain is still raw.

A love not returned

is a love that is lost.

But you swallow the pain

and pretend it doesn’t hurt

You dash into a doorway,

out of sight out of mind.

As he strides right past you,

you start to cry.

No one can shake you

the way that he can…

to this day it still hurts

that you can’t hold his hand.