M-I-S-S U

(C)Old Days

(C)Old Days

I miss those days

when I walked, ran or pedaled

to get where I wanted to go.

When the only deterrent was ice or deep snow

which really only stopped me from pedaling.

We knew how to dress for the weather then –

green or blue snorkels zipped up to the brim –

periscope vision protected from winds.

Whatever was needed to be out with friends

was better than watching  from the window…

-HymnAgen

Fool's Luv

Broken

Forget Me Not

I text

but rarely call

because I so easily fall

in love with your tone.

It’s so familiar

it feels like home,

but there’s this undertone of pain

within that pierces to my veins.

So I wonder

what you’ve been through…

Yes, I wonder,

“What’s to blame

for unseen tears?”

And can I ease it?

Do you feel

 you could release it

if I sat and held your hand

through this handset

and share your secret?

You play shit off so well…

Strong woman!

Independent!

Super mom got it together!

But I feel like you’re pretending

sometimes.

Maybe I’m blind –

my intuition full of shit

Maybe the loss of so much time

makes me unworthy of that gift.

I want to know your soul

in ways I couldn’t

when we were kids.

I envy the heart

that wants the same

that yours does not resist…

-HymnAgen