Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.

If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall have already forgotten you.

I am so envious of Pablo Nerudo for having written these two stanza’s before I got the chance… #hero

Fall again, nature’s efficiency satisfies me
with the consistency of sunsets I no longer watch
still I might like to see one more

the crisp air stinging my face
leaves crackling underfoot
air expanding in my lungs

feeling again, one last time
a regretful reeling of every mistake
every love misunderstood, every path not taken

the sensation of winter’s loss
sends a chill through my core
of the constant anticipation of spring.

-L.J. Lenehan-

In your brokenness
I found comfort.

a feeling I know so well,
at home in the awkwardness.

there was no need to speak,
I knew what you had to say.

Because with every beginning,
there is always an ending.

but this time, yes, this time,
I have no more beginnings.

-L.J. Lenehan-

For the First Time

On my path, it rains,
my dry skin moisturized.

For the first time, I stop,
observing the bend up the way,

inhaling the fragrant orchard bloom
I try to understand, how I never noticed

the bloom of thistles, water lilies,
dog rose, blue bells, dragonflies.

My steps are overwhelmed
by the need not to move, conflicted

by what lies up ahead, predators in between
lie each side in wait, to take:

my limbs, my children, my life.
I shake with the weight of my little chest

that holds within it a golden soul,
ready to shine.

-L.J. Lenehan-

perseverance