meeting
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Do You Ever Have … " Those Meetings " …
That Somehow Leave You Feeling …
That Something of … DEEP MEANING …
Was REVEALED Within That Meeting … ?!?
The Kaffeeklatch
It's 9AM on a Monday.
The Grey haired seniors gather at the same ol' coffee shop,
wearing their varied camouflage, sports, and veterans hats.
It’s been a long time,
more than I’d care to admit,
that I felt like this.
Afraid because the last time I was hurt.
The last time I was let down.
Last time made me fearful of sharing myself.
He swears and curses in the rain.
He is known for his remarkable brain.
Others’ problems he is known to drain.
So he can’t comprehend,
How his problem is driving him to his end.
I met you when I was young
And reckless
I ran to you when I felt dumb
And headless
You forced me to paint pain into progress
As I progressed from someone who scribbled words
Outlandish tasks
Scribbled passionately
One: To meet the infamous
Ms. Oprah Winfrey.
As a puppy waits for Owner to return,
The last day before your good Goodbye
I do hope to see you one more time
Dreamt of the time to pass and say Hi
On the first night of our secret meeting we can ran wild like the wind.
Just you and I and the moon.
The moon shined so bright it rivaled the sun.
Our sun, your light, my fire.
These eyes have wandered upon you, darting back and forth
hoping that you'd notice.
Stepping to the beat
dancing in the silence
swaying in the stillness
standing in the storm
step by step
walk the walk
talk the talk
trail the sidelines
crossing pathways
He wasn’t the first, and wouldn’t be the last.
Once again I put my heart on the line.
I didn’t think about what you would go through,
I wanted him, I needed him.
Within two weeks I was alone again,
