It’s three bites, actually
Is it a bad thing that I am not consoled by the news that others are in a similar situation? I hate that I am so selfish I cannot find the positive there.
It’s three bites, actually
Is it a bad thing that I am not consoled by the news that others are in a similar situation? I hate that I am so selfish I cannot find the positive there.
”The fine details”... that sounds like the makings of my next poem. Thanks for the idea.
Perspective does help a little. It is difficult for me to focus on anything past the current, ever changing landscape of life right now. He is of the same mind as you and will often bring up the “we will” when I pose my pessimistic “if we ever” thoughts. We also talk a lot about the fine details of our past, the ones I see when my eyes close... those are easier for me to grasp.
Right now, I feel like this a lot. Especially at work:
Thank you for sharing this Moochienanu. I didn't see a title, but "Tender Memories of Us", would certainly be appropriate.The fine details
The little things
They happen often
And remind me
Of the past moments
My mind flies to,
Feeling closer in them.
Walking across the lobby in my heels
I feel your eyes on me
As I walk toward your car
Parked at the station
That smile on your lips
And twinkle in your eye
In anticipation of the next few hours
With my hand in yours.
The shower water cascading over my skin
Is The
With you holding my leg,
My foot on the edge of the tub,
The other on my tip toes,
Hair clinging to my back
Pressed to the wall
As bare bodies press
And a shelf falls.
The alarm blares
At the time we know well,
And I remember that first time
When we tried to meet at that lake
But couldn’t find parking anywhere
And when you kissed me in the lot
Next to the car you have pressed me against since,
I tilted my head back,
My sunglasses fell to the ground,
And you pressed the lens back in...
I also think of a more recent time,
When that alarm started
In a suite next to the built in noise machine,
As your hands found where they needed to be
And our bodies fell into that spot
Where the rest of the world dissolves,
Nothing mattering more
Than your growl in my ear
And the way you make me feel.
A small chocolate cupcake in the break room
A reminder of that morning
I will never forget,
And of a house
With a room
Where I knelt in front of you
To pack my backpack
And when I stood up,
When you leaned over for me
That very first first
And I blushed so crimson
As I looked to my feet after,
Because you were nothing I expected
And everything I’ve ever wanted, needed.
The fine details
The little things
They happen often
And remind me
Of the past moments
My mind flies to,
Feeling closer in them.
Walking across the lobby in my heels
I feel your eyes on me
As I walk toward your car
Parked at the station
That smile on your lips
And twinkle in your eye
In anticipation of the next few hours
With my hand in yours.
The shower water cascading over my skin
Is The
With you holding my leg,
My foot on the edge of the tub,
The other on my tip toes,
Hair clinging to my back
Pressed to the wall
As bare bodies press
And a shelf falls.
The alarm blares
At the time we know well,
And I remember that first time
When we tried to meet at that lake
But couldn’t find parking anywhere
And when you kissed me in the lot
Next to the car you have pressed me against since,
I tilted my head back,
My sunglasses fell to the ground,
And you pressed the lens back in...
I also think of a more recent time,
When that alarm started
In a suite next to the built in noise machine,
As your hands found where they needed to be
And our bodies fell into that spot
Where the rest of the world dissolves,
Nothing mattering more
Than your growl in my ear
And the way you make me feel.
A small chocolate cupcake in the break room
A reminder of that morning
I will never forget,
And of a house
With a room
Where I knelt in front of you
To pack my backpack
And when I stood up,
When you leaned over for me
That very first first
And I blushed so crimson
As I looked to my feet after,
Because you were nothing I expected
And everything I’ve ever wanted, needed.
The fine details
The little things
They happen often
And remind me
Of the past moments
My mind flies to,
Feeling closer in them.
Walking across the lobby in my heels
I feel your eyes on me
As I walk toward your car
Parked at the station
That smile on your lips
And twinkle in your eye
In anticipation of the next few hours
With my hand in yours.
The shower water cascading over my skin
Is The
With you holding my leg,
My foot on the edge of the tub,
The other on my tip toes,
Hair clinging to my back
Pressed to the wall
As bare bodies press
And a shelf falls.
The alarm blares
At the time we know well,
And I remember that first time
When we tried to meet at that lake
But couldn’t find parking anywhere
And when you kissed me in the lot
Next to the car you have pressed me against since,
I tilted my head back,
My sunglasses fell to the ground,
And you pressed the lens back in...
I also think of a more recent time,
When that alarm started
In a suite next to the built in noise machine,
As your hands found where they needed to be
And our bodies fell into that spot
Where the rest of the world dissolves,
Nothing mattering more
Than your growl in my ear
And the way you make me feel.
A small chocolate cupcake in the break room
A reminder of that morning
I will never forget,
And of a house
With a room
Where I knelt in front of you
To pack my backpack
And when I stood up,
When you leaned over for me
That very first first
And I blushed so crimson
As I looked to my feet after,
Because you were nothing I expected
And everything I’ve ever wanted, needed.
Thank you for sharing this Moochienanu. I didn't see a title, but "Tender Memories of Us", would certainly be appropriate.
Each paragraph, each personal memory, is brought to life for us to share. I feel like a voyeur, spying on tender and funny moments of a precious love. We should want to turn away, but your words create such beautiful images, that they are too heartwarming and satisfying to stop watching.
I've read bunches of your missives, and witnessed many facets of you from your vibrant writings. But the last paragraph of this missive is so endearing -I can't imagine you blushing Moochi, Lol.
And the last two lines are perfect.
ErosMyMuse
While you may not know when, know that you will.
Not always easy, but there is strength in belief.
ETA: That’s what I get for not refreshing. Apparently, great minds think alike.
Stay strong for your own sanity, such powerful and yet sad and thoughtful words.Yes, we are all broken,
But today, I’m feeling shattered.
You see, it’s my day off.
Despite knowing that I need to take care of myself first
In order to take care of more people later...
Despite just having one of the most difficult weeks
Of cases at work, where things are changing daily...
Despite trying to keep my head up and to smile
When I walk into a room covered and shielded...
Despite being barely able to hear the voice on the other end of the phone
Over the whir of the hood I have to wear for hours drowning it out...
Despite finding out that seeing Him, even for a moment,
Will not happen for another month at least...
Despite being on the cusp of crying every time I let my mind dwell
On the possibilities of what is to come...
Despite so many things that make me ready for this break from work,
I still cannot help but feel guilty.
I cannot help but feel like I should be doing more.
I cannot help but feel like I could be doing more.
It is so hard to relax or sleep when I feel like this.
I want to cut this knot from my stomach;
The one that has imbedded itself there
Since the world has started to feel
More like a movie
And less like reality.
Yes, we are all broken,
But today, I’m feeling shattered.
You see, it’s my day off.
Despite knowing that I need to take care of myself first
In order to take care of more people later...
Despite just having one of the most difficult weeks
Of cases at work, where things are changing daily...
Despite trying to keep my head up and to smile
When I walk into a room covered and shielded...
Despite being barely able to hear the voice on the other end of the phone
Over the whir of the hood I have to wear for hours drowning it out...
Despite finding out that seeing Him, even for a moment,
Will not happen for another month at least...
Despite being on the cusp of crying every time I let my mind dwell
On the possibilities of what is to come...
Despite so many things that make me ready for this break from work,
I still cannot help but feel guilty.
I cannot help but feel like I should be doing more.
I cannot help but feel like I could be doing more.
It is so hard to relax or sleep when I feel like this.
I want to cut this knot from my stomach;
The one that has imbedded itself there
Since the world has started to feel
More like a movie
And less like reality.
