reflection

Ancient

~ ~M ~ 36 Comments

I feel so foreign to myself
Aging day by day
The signs of all this oldness
Just won’t go away

The outside looks so ancient
But the inside looks so new
If only the world could see
The inside of me too

I stare into the mirror
Wondering where time flew
The years they went right past me
And then I somehow grew

Young and beautiful one moment
Old and gray the next
Why we can’t all stay young
Leaves me so perplexed

© 2023 Michelle Cook

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Sometimes a song carries us along

~ ~M ~ 44 Comments

When I couldn’t be there
to lose myself in you,
I knew my favorite song
would have to do.

Sometimes I’d let the words
rush over my skin,
remembering all the places
where we’d once been.

There were countless nights
I could only imagine you here,
and losing you in my life
was my greatest fear.

So I’d take solace
in my favorite song,
hopeful that the words
would carry me along.

Filled with a melody
so I could hold you in my heart,
I believed in earnest
that we’d never part.

© 2021 Michelle Cook

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Our love is simple

~ ~M ~ 48 Comments

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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Don’t ever put chocolate in your pocket

~ ~M ~ 25 Comments

It was Valentine’s Day,
and he gave me a candy heart,
a chocolate-filled sweet,
with love he did impart.

And I placed that dainty morsel
in the pocket of my jeans,
the tiny tempting treasure
settled nicely in the seams.

With chocolate in my pocket,
I then went about my day,
feeling quite content
over the sentiment conveyed.

But as the day turned into night,
I realized my mistake;
that bit of chocolate in my pocket
for granted I did take.

My prize had now become
a melted memory of bliss,
forgotten in my pocket,
becoming a liquified kiss.

It reminded me of all the times
I’d let love pass through my fingers.
It seems there’s never a good way
to make deliciousness linger.

© 2021 Michelle Cook

 

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