Consider for a moment
the unhoused among us.
They’re not trolls
lurking under bridges.
They’re people who,
more often than not,
had a bout of bad luck
they couldn’t overcome.
It’s hardly ever a fault
of their own, and
they deserve more than we give.
No more traveling
alone to New York City,
or sad rides on trains.
No more being the only
unpartnered one on holidays,
no more soul-aching
single Christmas nights.
No more tears,
no more talking to myself.
I have a sidekick
for sightseeing now,
and I never want to let him go.
I raise
to days gone bye,
still wishing
they’ll get better,
but my hope
is fading fast.
So I’ll just
keep wishing
that one day
I can fly off to some
sun-soaked coast
between ocean
and palms,
and never, ever
come back.
all I ever wanted
all I ever needed
all I ever asked for
was your love,
your time,
and your respect
what I really needed
(what I still need)
is to believe every word
that falls from the only lips
I want to kiss
for the rest of my life
I need that
I deserve that
I hope I get that
Inspired by the Writer’s Write October prompts | photo by Brett Jordan on Pexels
the pressure has always been high
in our imperfectly perfect relationship –
sometimes it felt like it would only take
the smallest little poke to make
this whole thing fall to pieces
but i feel your love in my artieries
pumping into my heart, and then out
farther – we would live forever
if we covered the whole world
with all the love that’s in our veins
Inspired by the Writer’s Write October prompts | photo edited by me in Canva
