Monday, February 29, 2016

The Other Side of the Bench
When I arrive here I know I’ll start counting. Yes I have patience to keep me waiting. But who I fool to come with me sitting –meeting and telling stories I could write in? 
Twin Souls
Somewhere in a chain they captured my eyes. From the same shade of their hair to the unison of their blinking brown eyes and the parade of their movements, I see no hint of solitude. I was happy to see, head to toe they resemble, like life and death couldn’t severe them forever.

Which made me wish I had one; one whom I can lean on, ready to lend a hand. Just a shoulder away or help me cry. One I can live with, happy and spend a lifetime.