When we had our family Christmas, Bobby told me that he had something special coming for me, but it hadn’t arrived yet. I’d have to wait a little while.

I’m not a big gift lover, I mean, I love gifts, but I’m not going to get annoyed if one doesn’t come for me.

But then the mail came yesterday and he brought me a big, slim package.

It’s a copy of a 1961 edition of LOOK Magazine in which my grandfather was profiled and interviewed about his time as a submariner … Read the rest

The frequency
with which you hurt me
surprises me still. 

I really put up
with all that
for so long? 

I have a
dilemma of self,
because now,
who am I
without you?

I’m the girl
that keeps going,
nose to grindstone,
making the grade,
getting her heart broken
every single day.

Today’s poetry prompt words were: frequency, dilemma, and making the grade.

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He was down on one knee with the open box in his hand, looking at me, confused.

“Who are you?” he asked.

“Bobby, it’s me. What do you mean?”

He looked at the shimmering ring in his hand and snapped the box closed as he stood.

“I don’t know what’s going on here, but I don’t know you.”

“Excuse me, dear, where am I?” a woman asked.

Everyone in the room looked scared and confused but me.

What magic is this, what evil?

I was inches away from everything I wanted, but he forgot … Read the rest

You always take care of the dirty dishes. Always. I can’t remember the last time my hands slid in slimy, sudsy soap water. You always take the trash out. You always bring things down to the storage space so I don’t have to go down the scary stairs full of cobwebs. We were so close to making it, but not close enough. I’ll never know what glue I was missing that could have kept you here, but I think I was the one lacking, and I will blame myself for everything until my last breath. I’m taking the jump from … Read the rest

Another day is fading away and soon you won’t be here anymore. Your presence here has an expiration date, even though I don’t know what it is, or how I’ll get through it. You’re going to go, so I need to grow. I need to remember that I have wings too, and leaving the nest isn’t necessarily not an option. What a wonder it would be if I could get by without you, without my pills, without my therapist. What a wonder it will be if I do. 

Today’s poetry prompt words were: expiration date, leaving the nest, and pills. … Read the rest