And the I’s echo

If the world was to end today 
I would want to know 
what was the point of it all ? 

Are you happy with me? 

I have actively participated in all of your dreams 
I have made them all come true
So are you happy with me ?

Do you even recognize me? 
Or know what my world is like? 

Or is it?


I want you to be happy
As long as its what I want 
I want you to be happy 
As long as it looks exactly the way I picture it 

They say there is no I in team 
But when you repeat these phrases 
They echo 




The Coffee Series

She sat with the cup filled to the brim with tea.
He casually swept in with a mug of coffee,
They set their cups on the table.
And the world slipped into the background,
when the teapot was filled with coffee.

The Coffee Series

In this moment today,
You said, you would follow anywhere

For a chance of a life with you.

Knowing the adventures we will have
All beginning with a cup of coffee,
My heart will always stay full.

The Coffee Series

The only cup of coffee that I will ever remember tasting,
Was the day I asked which one was mine.
Between the two; you held onto the smaller cup protectively
Knowing you would forever give me more than yourself,
I took the larger one.

March 5th

How do you want to be loved? he asked
 
The type of love I yearn for,
is one that has weathered 52 years. 
As she watches the man she spent half a century with 
Lie in a hospital , she feeds  him with anticipation 
That he will reciprocate the love in her eyes 
 
How do you want to be loved? 
 
The same way in which 
The frail elderly man was willing 
To disregard his own safety 
To return her to their home 
 
To take care of her,
in their final days. 
To live under one roof,
as they had done so,
for the past 60 years. 
 
Overruled by doctors 
who saw the decision 
as that of one losing his sense 
 
But love cannot be , and is never rational 
And even those with sense
Will make foolish choices 
 
How do you want to be loved? 
 
I would destroy myself
Just to hold onto you
 
But as you repeatedly
throw that love into the flames,
Of my burning heart
All the while asking;
How do you want to be loved?
 
Darling, if you must ask, 
you have already lost  

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