lost to time

lost to time

as i turn the pages of the old

photo album,

my mind recalls the stories

the pictures bring to mind.

and in my mind they evoke the love

and happiness of simpler times,

of many voices,

of a full house.

 

but the house is empty now

and the voices are silent.

just the wind blows

passing between their stones.

even the names are worn.

and only the wind can recall

their stories of that time,

of those stories in my mind.

jee1.2018

trust issues

trust issues

my own reservation

was it seen as a slight hesitation?

just a minor doubt-

before i put my hand out.

would it be felt in my shrinking flesh?

did it matter?

if it were known?

that reservation of mine.

didn’t i have the right?

so what, if it was seen as a hesitation,

maybe more than a minor doubt,

it was my reservation

and i would keep it

until proven.

jee1.2018

almost

almost

just not quite, but almost-

always falling short,

not quite measuring up,

almost

not quite sweet enough,

but almost

not quite tall enough,

but almost

not quite smart enough,

but almost

not quite good enough,

is not good enough at all-

always falling short

never being chosen

never being a part of

of almost grabbing that golden ring

that’s almost within reach

reaching for something that’s almost

within your grasp, almost

within your mind, almost

within your soul, almost

more than you can dream,

almost

more

than

you can hope.

jee12.2017