Karma, Oh, how have I wronged you? Did I not Give what was meant to be bought? Karma my mantra The chant of a quiet heart Did I not entrust you? wall to wall, Dot to dot? I do not wish to anger you To dwell on what is not I know, sweet karma. The interests you have sought But the stars won’t align, Neither will they part you hand me the world But not for what I fought? Forgive me, I do not question. Your will I can’t outsmart. I merely carve the signs That rip your ways apart

I saw him A dream etched in flesh His eyes, an emerald glow My soul unpacked with a thresh I saw across a crystal room I saw him despite banal Unfamiliar gloom I saw his smile A lost epiphany His mouth A maddening symphony I saw him Flawed but agile passionate But fragile I heard him My burning man My heart deceived me then I saw him And there was no return A heartache Carved with a cigarette burn

Silence can be maddening, particularly for the extroverted of our kind. It’s even worse when you’re expecting something. A message. An apology. A word of understanding. Unfortunately, there are times when those things never come. I remember many moments in my life when I waited in limbo. I remember Yearning for a text. For a love that didn’t want me. For reassurance that now I know, no one could give me but me. Last year, on this day, I had no idea life would shape up this w