A floor pattern,

Held to a grid.

Thread by thread

Repeating the last.

Repeating the last

Day by day,

Held to a schedule,

My life.

You wish to roll away the stone,

But be weary,

To what you may find,

In the back corner

Of my mind.

Dismal dizziness.

Catastrophic confusion.

The Question why

Around every corner.

I wish I knew.

It was not your fault,

But mine.

I know you aren’t ready,

But it is time.

To find something different,

Find something new.

Who would understand this,

Surely not you.

Let’s cut ties early,

Save the emotion.

It is what we are all thinking,

I just want to end the commotion.

Day by day
A waiting game
The countdown has begun.
I’d like to think
That I’m winning the game.
Everyday is a gift;
God gifted you,
To me.
For everyday we breathe,
Is another day we can be,
Together.

I have dug this well,

for it will never run dry.

This is a special well

filled with an unending gift for you.

Love.

I have also built a house

I shall be in it always,

whenever you need a hand.

when you are sad,

or feeling alone,

just knock on my door.

I’ll be there.

So pay me a visit

day or night

I’ll bring you up a bucket,

fresh out of the well.

My Love.