Two Ships
• 03/27/24 at 06:48AM •Two ships, lost in the night,
passing each other in darkness.
No more waiting, no more love.
No one here, I must confess.
How do you solve,
the mystery of loneliness?
I wish I knew, for
it is a new process.
Two ships, lost in the night,
passing each other in darkness.
No more waiting, no more love.
No one here, I must confess.
How do you solve,
the mystery of loneliness?
I wish I knew, for
it is a new process.
He lived alone,
early in his life,
then the demands/joy,
of having a wife.
Someone to talk to,
about events, did manifest.
A person to relax with,
who shared his interest.
Is it too much to ask for,
she would ask, with a smile.
Where is my beloved?
She's been gone awhile.
All of the memories,
from so long ago,
are only recalled, by him,
when reliving their life's show.
Sitting in my chair,
it's past 3:30 AM.
I'm trying to write about,
events way back then.
Back then in my life,
while still a teenaged child,
capturing memories,
of when I was wild.
When I was young,
so many years ago,
I fell in love,
at least I thought so.
It may have been love,
or just a big infatuation,
but as I recall,
it was more like a sensation.
A sensation of warmth,
that made me feel funny,
for after I met her,
all of my days were sunny.
I am very sorry,
for allowing myself,
to become fond of you.
It was inappropriate,
allowing this to happen.
You were very kind,
shortly after my
wife passed away.
I became too dependent,
upon you. I'm sorry.
Thoughts of being near the ocean
are in my mind. Many years we spent
on the Oregon coast. I miss it. I will
return again, alone with my memories.
The rocks are hard.
My feet are bare.
Where is the sand?
It was everywhere.
I need to hurry,
A very strong urge,
Watching the creatures scurry
Before the strong surge.
The Ocean, a Sea
With waves now rising.
Up to my knees.
The dream is over,
I'm awake in bed.
Why are my feet wet?
Dry is my head.
Another dream, with emotion
When I see the beautiful Ocean.
A sadness today,
my love's gone,
now 3 months.
I am still alone.
The Old Fool,
At risk, once more.
Another mistake,
With an open door.
Assumptions many,
Not keeping score,
Mistakes, again made,
Now a closed door.
Will you learn a lesson,
Unlike you did before
As you irritated the one,
Who has locked the door.
When did indifference,
become a popular way,
to treat residents of
this assisted living community?
Leaving a resident in the dining room,
when they want to go back to their room.
Perhaps there is a better way to
deal with this. Certainly better
than the resident beating on the table
with their cup. It distracts the wait staff
from taking meal orders and waiting
on others residents.
How wonderful,
life could be,
when surrounded by,
family and friends like thee.
Must we keep hidden,
how we feel,
or have I known,
what was real?
I don't know,
not sure I care,
I just hope people,
are aware,
of how good you've been,
to me during this lifetime,
when I thought my life was over.
It wasn't my time.
Time for me to make a trip to the Oregon Coast
I need to return to the Sea.
To a place, on the Oregon Coast.
A small Inn, close to the beach.
Hearing Gulls cry, smell the salt air.
Walking the beach on warm sand,
down near the water, icy cold.
Take into my senses, sights odors and sound,
relaxing for the moment, on blanket covered sand.
while reflecting upon the loneliest time,
about a life of memories of mine.
Bask in the Sun, enjoying the day,
watching the tide start ebbing away.
I'll be your friend,
as long as I live,
for you I love,
and will now give.
This old heart aches,
for a love which I lost.
Finding someone new,
I needed, no matter the cost.