Brother Where Art Thou?

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I knew a boy, flawless, talented, cocky.
I  knew a boy, an artisan, musician.
One day, ran off to war to fight for a cause.
I know a man, broken, scared, darting eyes.
I know a man, haunting memories too layered to escape.
He fought for me, though alive gave too much.
I mourn a man I used to know.
I mourn for one, fighting for us, lost himself.
For our freedom.
In remembrance of Veterans Day, and for all of you who have lost or know someone who came home from war not the same person they were before they left.
I wrote this today for my brother, he’s home and has been for many many years.  Though PTSD and multiple other diagnoses rendered do not help undo the hurt and loss of one we knew before he left versus the one who came home.
I hope you all have a wonderful weekend.
Thank you.

Restart Time

He slid from the antique chair.
Down on his weakened knees.
Ornate box appearing.
Pleading eyes now holding onto mine.
Boisterous room now silent.
Thoughts flying through my heart.
His mouth forms the question.
Subtle quivering, words slowly formed.
My heart responds quickly and emotions well up.
Response growing clear as time waits to start.

Why Couldn’t He See Them?

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She wished he could see her.
Not the clingy version, or the ‘too needy.’
The one who could see him.
Who appreciated his loud personality.
Who understood his tendency to assume the worst in people.
Why couldn’t he see her quiet as the antidote to his loud?
Or her needy as the solution to his independence?
She wished he could see them
as their solution.

The Cancer


She remembered their love as though a long lost dream.
A surreal fantasy now gone.
He remembered their love as though a good wine.
Opened, slowly consumed,  left to the elements. Ruined.
She remembered their child, small, bright blue eyes. Sick.
He remembered them, a family. Perfect together. Later loss.
Time continued. Lives single. Faltered.
She remembered that chance encounter, a surprise, his rapturous eyes on her.
He remembered her smell, a flitter of life, radiant lively eyes on him.
They drank the wine of each others’ love.
Two flowers blooming till dawn.
Awakened to a morning of old weights.
Heavy with pain, Distant memories flooding their minds.
Loss so great, again sickened their love.
Memories too dark distort the distant light.
She remembered his heavy eyes as she turned away from his kiss.
He remembered her pained look as he walked out the door.
Once joined, One loss, Forever Separated.
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