Night Pearl

On a quiet, windy, starry night
When all are busy with their meals
She lies on a wet sandy beach
And I let some waves kiss her heels

Her hair scattered around her head
She lies there, expressions dead
A tiny pearl escapes her eye
Her lips part and slips out a sigh

I wonder, what hurts her heart
I wonder, if it’s been sliced apart
I can’t do much, from up so high
So I send a breeze, as a start

A small attempt to let her know
Its alright to stand all alone
As I do, in a deep dark sky
But it hasn’t dulled or dimmed my glow

It brings out the best in me
For her and all the world to see
So just hold on, my little child
Let the pain power your brightest side

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©krisheaven

Everytime

In every breath I take
Hides an unsaid longing
A concern for your well being
& the essence of our bonding

Every meal that I make
I cook with love and care
And wish I could feed you
With laughs and smiles to share

Every time it drizzles
Or the sky covers in grey
Memories dance around me
The things we did that day

Every time I take the wheel
Your voice reels in my head
Laughing at my driving skills
Turning all pink and red

Every smile that i wear
Starts & stops with you
We should spend more time together
So you can see them too

I miss your arms around me
Like when we licked through a cone of ice
I gave up sweets altogether
Now the sweet memories will suffice.

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 ©Krisheaven

Dedication: to my everything :*

Lullaby

Every night as I unwind,

& try ways to clear my mind,

my thoughts keep racing back to you,

& I wonder if you think them too.

 

I wonder when you lie in bed

do you think of something I once said?

Does a little prank that I did play,

make you smile in the middle of your day?

 

Do your eyes search, of their free will,

every crowd for signs of my lean build?

Does your heart jump and skip a beat,

every time your cell phone rings or tweets?

 

I wonder when you dress each day,

do you ever wish I’d cross your way?

 

The questions don’t cease to flow,

till into dreams they slowly go,

but your mind I’d surely love to know,

Coz you’re in me, from head to toe.

©Krisheaven

Dedication: To my everything, :*

Solitary Dreamer

I missed you at the parents’ meet
when beside me was an empty seat

Our son you have left behind
For me to love & in who to find
your smile, your eyes and your sharp mind
I pray he grows to be just as kind.

Raising a kid on my own
Is the hardest thing I have known
I cannot afford to cry and moan
Till he’s tall, strong and grown

Must find a way to rein in the tears
So stay close by to hear my fears
I’ll tell him some of daddy’s tales
And sing our song when all else fails

When you see that I’m gonna slip
Send a sign or a tip
Keep an eye as he grows
I can’t always be on my toes

We miss you a lot around the house
Be it fixing dinner or stringing the blouse
I miss the way you tuck a strand
Behind my ear with your hand

If only we could will a change
If only fate could be rearranged

We promise you will never be lost
Always staying in our thoughts.

©Krisheaven

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Je t’aime

Met an Italian guy who’s been in love with this girl for the past 25 years, but never said anything. Today, she’s married to a man who’s become the Italian’s friend. She still does not know.

I met the lady and her husband too. She told me that she loved the Italian 25 years ago..and still does. She’s wondering if he ever felt the same way about her. They don’t talk about it. They’ve all just been neighbors all their lives. 

I asked her why she’s still with her husband if she loved the neighbor all along ? She smiled. These were her exact words. ” 25 years ago, I made a choice. I never knew if ***** loved me the way I loved him. I never said anything. Then I met my husband, who was well behaved and well off. Everyday since, I make a choice…every morning, I tell myself that I have to live with my choice. It’s not enough; but it will do. ”

Being me, I couldn’t help but ask, ” Do you regret what you did ? Do you regret what you’re doing ? to both of them ? ” She was surprised that I asked. She thought for a while and then replied, ” Yes. Every minute of every day. Don’t get me wrong, **** is a good husband; but….if I can go back in time and change things, I would change so much that it would be a different world altogether.”

I spoke to the Italian again. “You should tell her. She should know “I said, my eyes all wet and teary. He thought about it for a moment, then said ” If I say anything now, she’ll KNOW that she made a mistake. At the moment; she just THINKS she did. The pain of knowing will be too great to bear.The pain of thinking, well…it just pops in and out when you’re thinking real hard. Nothing a drink can’t cure. ”

I stood there, not knowing how, what ,when, why or where from I ended up in this story. Running into strangers and giving them a piece of our lives is easier said than done. But it happens…in little ways…in the most unexpected of places. Sharing lives and stories with the people we meet, is a bitter -sweet thing.

It’s been 2 years now. I have no clue where any of them are. But they are frequently in my thoughts.

©krisheaven

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