I begin to slowly die
whenever you’re away
disheartened by the absence
of your colorful array
An achromatic rainbow
is all that I can conjure
my mind’s eye being
desolate and somber
But then you return
like a prism in my mind
blotting out the bleakness
with a feeling undefined
My world becomes a haven
and my heart beats anew
saturated by all the colors
spilled on me by you
© 2024 Michelle Cook
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He’s learned me
while I’ve memorized him,
and slowly over the years,
the binding of our love story
has mostly stayed intact.
Sure our relationship
is not without its frayed edges,
but we are still bound
by the stubbornest of wills,
refusing to be beaten
by all those little things.
Our love is sincerely simple,
mostly held together
by old remnants of duct tape
and traces of super glue.
© 2021 Michelle Cook
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We can sum up our feelings
with those three little words,
but it’s the longing beneath them
that always moves me to tears.
I notice every endearing detail
in everything you say,
and it makes my heart beat
in an entirely different way.
The tone of your devoted words
leaves me dancing to their tune,
and I’m in love all over again
as morning fades to afternoon.
© 2021 Michelle Cook
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Daily prompt 3, courtesy of my hubby: Morning messages
Love can make a person crazy.
One moment we can be flying
high as a kite in bliss-filled folly,
and the next, be stuck knee-deep
in the fast forming muck of dolor.
Mostly makes me wonder,
is there ever an end?
Even though I already suspect
I know the answer,
I’ve still never figured out how
to live with the tragedies of love.
I just continue to remain tangled up
in all the delights and despairs,
entertaining the knock of love
whenever it happens to find me.
Seems like I would’ve learned
my lesson by now,
but I guess that just shows
the true value of love.
It’s worth more than any cost
we could ever bear.
So we open our arms to it,
time and time again,
hoping that someday
happiness will come along
instead of dismay.
© 2021 Michelle Cook
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We pretended we didn’t know each other.
Then we pretended we didn’t like each other.
And because we pretended for so long,
I think I started believing in the pretends.
© 2021 Michelle Cook
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