Missing Nothing

I made room

Expanded

Fit love into sun filled mornings

Woodland walks

Midnight songs

Moonlit rambles

Between times so full

I never stopped

No need to stop

No lack therein

Nothing missing

Like water carving out the rock

Like earthquakes opening the ground

Like giving away things no longer used

I made room

Now I am open and not full

Of the light that used to shine

I turn under the silver moon

Slowly under a slivered shard

Of what had been robust and

Bright

To myself I am returned

Missing nothing

But that song

That shimmering glow

Just salty rivers running muddy

From these eyes down to the sea

I walk these sandy shores again

Under the stars

Just me

northern lights over mountain and forest
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Maybes and Hedged Bets

Look again where you did hesitate

Look close at your regrets

Check all that you refused to risk

Because you hedged your bets

Take note of how you let you down

Take stock of what you lost

Remember that the only way to win

Is to risk what you have not

Next time that you say maybe

Closely analyze the odds

Make sure to weigh regret

Times three or maybe more

When opportunity is gone again

She may burn that motherfucking door

Whoa to the Woes

If we could just put a stop

To the breaking of hearts

The losses and pains that crush us

If we could bundle our hurts

And toss them away

What would we say then of love

That it would leave us untouched

Then it’d be no longer love

Anymore

We’d suffer the lack of compassion

And communion

There’d be no common ground to renew

If our loss left us the same as we

Were when we’d gained

It’d be no loss at all

Nor would there have been gain

Let love affect me

Let loss rearrange me

Let grief and my loves bring me pain

Let me grow larger in heart to make room

For new loves and new gain

And space for the loss to exist

Let these shadows add depth

And let meaning unfold

Let me risk this sweet heart

Once again