While I could not cry in front of you,
I cried once for you – in front of strangers.
But then again it could have just been
the vodka, or life’s regrets – perhaps
it was only allergies that caused
such a commotion of compulsion.
Who knows what God’s thinking in
these rare moments of humility.
I suppose we all must pay our dues
for living and dying and breathing
and trying. Who knows but God,
the devil and that damn song
that keeps playing in my head?
Tag: regrets
Tossing Pebbles
Tossing pebbles in the ocean when nightfall is but a notion, dream my spirited child as if there is no end.
I pray the whispers of your youth are louder in your heart than the voices of the world that will soon taunt your head.
And I hope, dear child, you toss pebbles for as long as you can.