the good times they had when younger.
Nowadays, loneliness sets in as they sit in chairs of emptiness left by relatives and friends so dear to their hearts and minds.
Soul-breaking moments of lonely thoughts in heaven,
spattering drops of sorrow upon themselves as remembering creates such bittersweet sorrow.
Appreciating what they once had, wishing it could’ve
lasted forever, knowing life back then is over.
Slowly walking forward, awaiting moments to climb the
stairway to heaven soon enough.
Tears tenderly, softly, falling down tracks, etched over time from all the grief being expressed through many years of existence.Any thoughts left have nothing to being merciful, yet compassion fulfills many an hour in contemplation.
Following tradition, sending signs through the years, allowing thoughts to be written and fend for themselves.Distinguishing only to interior periods of harmony.Forgiving nature’s unfolding in tunnels of retribution, showing the way to untold happiness at the end of each day.Setting with the sun, glimpsing rays from the moon, calculating the travesties of everyday foibles.
Dusting off images, vacuuming ideas, joining thoughtson shelves of creation.Realigning recognition with abstractions of cognitive thinking, establishing files of energetic vision to beused in daily writing.
Tense, edgy, relaxed, depending upon why they are here.Women wearing shoes for comfort and no support to protect their feet and ankles from having problems now or in the future.Men mostly wearing shoes or sneakers – better for support than thongs or sandals.Watching people is entertaining, as I sit here waiting for a yellow cab.Smiles,…
