Running Around In Circles

Priorities

We slept in later than we had planned thanks to snooze buttons, hand massages, and cuddles under the covers. You had a list of important things to do. We had Bruegger’s Bagels for breakfast and then went for a drive because you knew I didn’t want to go home. When we finally arrived, you went outside to mow the grass so I could have some time alone to retreat and relax. Cuddled up television, dinner at the cheap Italian place that’s 2 minutes away. Conversation amid the sun-stroked smoke of hookah delight. Ice cream.
Not a single thing on the list of important things to do got done.
Thank you.

No Dial Tone

Some people don’t love themselves
but they love others
and are loved in return.
They cling to their loved ones
like an infant to its mother
and value self-deprecation
more than loneliness.

Some people love themselves
but lack connection to anyone else,
Never knowing what is missing
Always feeling incompletely whole.

Some people don’t love themselves
Nor are they connected with others.
These are the people holding the tin can phones
which have no dial tone,
no operator,
no connection.
Only the absence of connection remains-
the sound of a still beating heart-
the sound of
love dying
To escape.

As I laid alone in bed contemplating our elder years, I thought to myself, ‘I could never bear it. I have to die first.’