Author: zpotter

what dreams I have
I entrust to you -
        they are all of me -
and though I don't pray
           I do
that you will treat them
with the gentlest care, 
protect them fiercely,
nurture them
as though they were your own
for I am yours
and my dreams come too.

they don't hurt
until they fall,
one burning drop
sizzling on the skin,
preceding the flood
of acid rain,
marking the memory
of what was lost -

but was it ever ours?
did we have 
that firm a hold?
what do we own
outside the blink of the eye
that is our own life?

another meal
another empty chair
stares through my wine glass –
I’ve pictured you there –
surrounded by love,
alone in this beautiful world
this fresh experience
full of the exciting unknown –
a new jazz
filling my soul
somehow still empty,
alone, waiting
without you
wherever you may be
you belong here