Sometimes it’s already been written so well by another….
Poem from my book Apart, Away, Together…written wayyyy on back in 2008.
The Floor
No,
this I do not enjoy.
Show me a crowded house
and I can always smile
but this empty thing
this place that no one visits…
take it, keep it.
I’ll place a sign in the yard
that reads “BEREFT”
and walk away forever.
You
made my life into a yard sale.
Did I really agree to this
like they say…
before I was born?
I didn’t place the ad
in the local newspaper
but you came anyway,
and bought everything I had.
-Everything
I
Had-
You compensated me with
the inability to go back to sleep…
the inability to be lulled
the gift of words,
the heart of God
and peace that comes easily
daily
readily
the kind of peace that comes
with tears
and smiles.
But even after that
you asked for more,
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