It’s like coffee at breakfast,
or smiling at a child,
it’s as perplexing
as tears at a wedding.
You mustn’t watch the clock,
or the doorknob
to know when to go;
by all means don’t fixate on emptiness
the kind that invades you
even when they’re gone.
It’s wrong to beat goodbye to the punch,
it won’t hurt any less,
It should hurt-it must hurt,
so you know it’s real.
it’s no submarine, ain’t no escape hatch,
You cannot step backwards
into that space,
where you can see out,
and no one sees in…..
that space, the one- soft and warm
like the priest says “free from anxiety”
that one,
Friendship is achieved like Winter is endured
it feels like the first Spring bird songs;
Sounds like Maria Callas, Edith Piaf, Ella Fitzgerald, Aretha,
when achieved,
your insides
are no longer made of glass.
So true. Love this Lisa. 🙂
“Love is all you need”
love your word turning Levay.
“and your insides
are no longer made of glass.”
I do love when you mention the parts I like best, you and me, we are linked!
you are deep in my writers brain and heart forever, those letters you wrote so many great letters, from all over the world-I miss those!