Leaving the Nest

via Daily Prompt: Nest

I’ll leave someday, spread these wings,

leave the nest, and head off into wherever.

You will stay, an anchor to my soul,

reminding me that if my wings tire,

if I get weary, that I can return.

My compass will take me to untold places,

and I will feed my curiosity with wonder after wonder,

then, when darkness falls, I will ask you,

“Have I done it right? Are you proud?”

and you will respond as you always do,

“It’s not for me to say, you had to find your own way,

but, I can tell you, my son, I am proud.”

And no matter where I go, what I see,

that’s all I needed to know.




via Daily Prompt: Honk

Stay long enough in the city, sitting in traffic, and you’ll hear it,

worse yet, another motorist will probably honk at you,

when impatience and that sense of being late overcomes them,

you’ll get an earful of honking.

You are far too sensitive for that,

you always have been, emotional when listening to criticism,

crying when you felt like you, as a person, were being attacked

your defense mechanism was to shed those warm, salty tears.

But I see so much in you, and this,

well, this could be a way out.

You’ve already committed, taken the chance,

and I commend you, for I was not strong enough to do the same,

perhaps I was too young at the time,

maybe I thought I’d miss home too much,

but you, with you emotional heart, are far stronger than I.

Go on, and enjoy the experience,

I will be here when you return,

to listen to your stories of life and love,

but I’m afraid, you won’t need me to listen anymore,

you’ll have enough friends by then.


Take the Lead

I’m sorry,

I misinterpreted our friendship,

maybe I wanted more,

maybe I thought you did.

You led me on,

in retrospect, I followed your lead,

and when the darkness came,

you were my only light.

Maybe that was a mistake,

when you turned away

because I hovered too close,

I was left in the dark, cold, and alone.

If we’re honest, if we open up,

no restrictions, just lay it all on the table,

we want different things,

and I understand that now,

but it hurts just the same.

Tomorrow, I’ll wake up

and it’ll hurt less,

the sun will shine

and I’ll realize I don’t have

to be in the darkness.

And when it comes again,

the darkness, I mean,

and you call me to bask in your light,

I will still come,

but I won’t expect you to stay,

and I will be okay with that.

All Ears

Tell me your stories,

the ones from you past,

the secret ones,

the ones you wouldn’t tell anyone else.

Whisper the details,

and laugh at the memories,

laugh to the point you can’t tell the story straight.

Cry, if you need to, when you get to the sadness,

the moments that tested your resolve,

and smile, let those happy tears show,

when you speak about the prideful moments

when you showed the world you could do it.

Take me along for the journey through your life,

the over, under, sideways, the magic carpet rides,

and when you get to today, tell me you love me,

tell me your journey continues, but together,

with me by your side.

Take my hand in yours, and know,

that I’ll always be here to listen, if you need me.

Giving Up

via Daily Prompt: Faint

I heard a faint whisper and I thought it was you,

but it wasn’t and you were never there in the first place.

I guess I should have expected it,

exclusivity isn’t a thing you would be forced to adhere to.

I wonder, though, if you felt for him, what I feel for you?

I lessened the pain by pretending I was better without you,

but it stings… burns almost, and when I’m feeling better,

you scorch me with your presence.

I don’t sleep much anymore, you haunt me nightly,

and when I start to forget you,

my phone buzzes faintly on the table,

it’s you, reminding me again that you’re still in my life,

if I throw my phone on the bed I won’t hear you buzz,

but the temptation is far too much, and I yield to you.

I’ll try again to forget you tomorrow.


Leaving Soon

via Daily Prompt: Mystery

On Monday, she told me she was leaving,

moving away, too far to follow,

too foreign to visit.

She told me it was a personal choice,

something that would make her happy,

and when I expressed sadness,

she said it wasn’t about me.


I tried to be supportive, “That’s good,”

“You’ll love it there,”

“Maybe I can visit you someday.”

She said, “you won’t, but sure,”

I said, “I promise I will,”

knowing I wont,

and it went on and on.

We might have been something special,

we might have found love,

but now it’s all a mystery,

because we won’t have the chance.