I didn’t know him anymore
And I couldn’t find me
Then suddenly like a light
You were all I could see
A breath of fresh air
A vice ripped from my chest
And finally I knew
You were the thing I loved best
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I forgot you
You made me forget you
And now
Whenever I think of you
I can’t remember
Why I’m thinking of you
I think a piece of my heart
Has a muscle memory of you
But my mind can no longer be sure
Your memory flitted away
On a day long ago
When there was nothing left to say
I have this vague recollection
That you once mattered to me
But maybe that was only a dream
The more I try to remember
The more I forget
And the pain I once felt is finally gone
© 2024 Michelle Cook
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I don’t write much anymore
not sure I ever really had it in me.
Oh, I dabbled here n there
when the muse seemed fit to visit.
But those words were willy-nilly,
halfhearted and unexpected;
useless to those with any reason,
disappointing to my trusted few.
It’s illogical to think any of it matters
when the meandering mind mulls.
Why should anyone be interested,
least of all me, the writer of it all.
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Between the head
and the heart
we can feel hollow
and pulled apart
All those hidden spaces
in-between
are often isolated
and unseen
The requirements
within our core
leave us yearning
forevermore
Until necessities
are found at our feet
we can feel empty
and incomplete
Few ever find
what they’re searching for
most are adrift
and wanting more
Some are lucky
to see their way
we’re fortunate
if those ones stay
Darkness and light
are ever near
consequences
aren’t always clear
But the path
is always ours to decide
we just need someone
to stand beside
© 2024 Michelle Cook
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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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