At Long Last

Your image haunts me.
I keep waking into memory.
I push away the vision,
So I must seal the division.

I will not free another tear,
Only in solitude will I persevere.
To reassemble my fractured heart,
I offer myself a brand new start.

I’ve held myself in chains for a year,
Your voice softly humming in my ear.
I close the alter to our past,
I move forward, at long last.

Fall 2008 Poem

A rugged wind grabs at my skirt,
My legs are now riddled with goosebumps.
The click-clack of my heels,
And the whisper of leaves,
On the cobblestones
Excite me.


The ceraceous moon
Hangs pregnant above me.
Pestering me.
Pushing me.
Forward.
Forward.
Forward.

I’ve been waiting.
For a change.
The seasons changed,
(again)
Before I could.