#NaPoWriMo #Day2 #OrpheusLastLook

Orpheus' Last Look

How could you not have trust me?  

The counter melody of your song,  

douward uncertainty, dogged your heels.

You turned back. 

Did you think I had slip from your grasp,  

needing to see to believe,
ranking sighted vision over hearts own truth.

Now I am left here,  

a ghost of what might have been,  

forever reaching,  

but never touching - Twilight Zoned.

because you let doubt decide.

#NaPoWriMo #day10 #moneyisnteverything

Money isn't everything.

But a little helps,

for pesky necessities,

food, rent and heating.

#NaPoWriMo #Day8 #Ghosting

 

Ghosting

I would have

had this end differently;

a reconciliation or 

at least a tumultuous explosion

that lit up  the sky

rather than the pitiful

indoor fireworks,

 a disappointing pop, puff of acrid smoke.

It fizzled out uninspiringly  

a pale shade ghosting,

hidden under 

lightly used bedsheets

an extroverted people pleaser

an introvert gasping 

for the middle ring.

Maybe it was doomed

to fail, but do I regret

our paths co-joining?

No, I’ve enjoyed 

meandering a few turns

around the wheel,

the people we spoke to, 

lessons we learned, not least

how not to uncouple.