221:
Halloween
Missing
you now
when the night is darkest
though the orange lights twinkle
and the costumes sparkle.
when the night is darkest
though the orange lights twinkle
and the costumes sparkle.
Conversation flows
and the games begin
but nothing soothes the ache
of empty within.
and the games begin
but nothing soothes the ache
of empty within.
Being
alone is somehow
gentler on the soul
than being at a party
when your heart isn’t whole.
gentler on the soul
than being at a party
when your heart isn’t whole.
Nothing bears comparison
to the joy we create
when we chatter and laugh
or challenge and debate.
to the joy we create
when we chatter and laugh
or challenge and debate.
Despite
the costumes and the gaiety
this whole throng is dull.
Twittering about nothing of consequence
is all very well
but without the light in your eyes
and the pull of your heart
I haven’t the tolerance for foolishness
or to practice this art.
this whole throng is dull.
Twittering about nothing of consequence
is all very well
but without the light in your eyes
and the pull of your heart
I haven’t the tolerance for foolishness
or to practice this art.
The
alcoholic hit of a cocktail
won’t convince me this is fun.
What use is jellied vodka
will it fight the urge to run?
Why let the spirits fuel my pain
and trap me into staying?
Don’t want to dance drunkenly with another,
only your arms should feel me swaying.
won’t convince me this is fun.
What use is jellied vodka
will it fight the urge to run?
Why let the spirits fuel my pain
and trap me into staying?
Don’t want to dance drunkenly with another,
only your arms should feel me swaying.
simply, no need to endure.
Not enriched by fake enjoyment
without mon bel amour.
Ceding defeat I head for home
as inebriation sets in all around,
a strategic retreat to cover emotion
before hot tears betray me on the ground.
Lady Satellite
