Mostly Poetry

Months and years
And summer comes
And you were there
Finally ready

You were hard to get
But easy to love
Easy to lose
But hard to let go of

What was worked for
Was worth it
Though time has
Long since left us

And though you were
Hard to get
You were worth knowing
Worth loving, and worth losing

It is through the difficulty
Of winning your love
That I eventually came
To appreciate losing it

~wbv

Hey it’s me
The one you ignored
When you passed on the street
The one who noticed you
But who you failed to see
Or for whom you failed to care
The one who watched you walk away
And wished you would have stopped to speak
Even if to say horrible things
Sometimes angry noise beats
Silence devoid of emotion
If you’re listening
If you can hear me
If you will look
Take a moment
Find the time
Breathe once
Even twice
And you might just see
That it’s me

~wbv

Table
Floor
Plain
Bed

Laid down
Horizontal
Relaxed
Deflated
Uninteresting
Desirable

Without growth
Without faltering
Without bumps
Lacking endurance

Rough and smooth
Tied together
Sticks not stones
Brittle
Shattered

Window
Perception
Timeline
Progress
Stagnant
Dwelling
Dwelling not

Apart

~wbv

Sitting here, wondering about
Everything unimportant, like why
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Dreaming of days that will never come
Reality holding on, while
Underneath there is faint hope that
Grace will bring along her
Sister

And if she will understand that
Never is too long to wait
Dry eyes will close and a tear of joy will fall

Rolling down the cheek
And to the edge of the lips
Caring not where it lands, but
Having only the need to fall
Away, Apart, At last, in
Every sensation,
Love is finally realized

Reality still knocking
As I awake from this dream and see
You standing in front of me, just out of reach

~wbv