Letting Go

Letting go today

Of false friends and

Unfulfilled promises

Of hopeless things

I thought better of

Of an image I don’t possess

Or have access to

Of ugly feelings

Alarm bells

And melancholy

And should have beens

Letting go of nothings

Of poisoned words dripping off

A willing pen

Of cold realizations

And harboured thoughts

Of rejection

The Window

There is a window in her room

The one she sits at

Day after day

Watching the life she used to know

Stroll by

Hand in hand or pushing a stroller

She rubs her empty palms now and then

So that the blood will flow

Although she wonders

 If

It wouldn’t be better to let it dry up

Her eyes mist over at remembered kisses

Forgotten moments jump to the fore

And as she drifts she dances

Eyes closed humming a tune

 The glass is fogging over

She decides that

The plant on the windowsill

Looks lonely