MY 3-LEGGED TABLE

I am such a creature of comfort, it's painful,

Living with familiar things, worn and faithful,

My three-legged table, broken but by my side,

New ones call, but they can't replace our history.

Repairing it is a dream denied,

But I find comfort in its lopsided grace,

You might think I'm a hoarder, but I only keep what I need,

Each possession chosen with care, a piece of my soul.

In their presence, I find rare solace,

Discarding them would leave a gap,

I cling to my flawed table; it's mine,

In its imperfection, I find love.

So here I stay, with my three-legged table,

A creature of comfort in a rushed world,

In its fragile balance, I cherish the past,

And the memories it holds.

FADED FLAME

 Anxious, nervous, not sure why this time around,

I know our dance, but nerves are all I've found.

Distance dulled the fire that once burned our souls,

Now, you stand before me; something’s just not right.

I try to remember, but memories blur and fade,

Hopeful, our bodies recall the passion we once indulged in.

I’m anxious for you, for the path to become clear,

Longing for your touch, for you to draw near.

Maybe I longed for you too much, too long,

Entering your world, feeling half right, half wrong.

I want to tease you, but the spark seems lost,

Three times the charm, but all we got was to three.

The distance in the sheets, evident and stark,

Waking up next to you but missing the spark.

Maybe it was a mistake to rehearse the past year,

Maybe fantasies should’ve stayed where they were, 

Perhaps this moment was meant to close the door,

On a romance that no longer makes our spirits soar.

Maybe we just weren’t in sync, not meant to last,

A chapter now closed, leaving the past in the past.