Those who walked away (poem)

Maybe it's all really about choice.

Maybe that's why their faces are blurred to you.

You made the choice to walk away.

I was forcefully pushed away.

I'm too dependent on time to kill interest,

too attached to the past to look away.

You never look back.

I never stop.

I'm walking through this valley,

occasionally covered in shadow and fog,

and I stumble and trip

because my head is turned to look back.

What could I possibly find there,

except for the shadows I'm casting?

What ever is back there is already lost,

and I'm losing what's up ahead.

I think I've been wrong all along.

I've been choosing to look back

when I should look away and look ahead,

from the people who walked away from me,

and learn to focus on the future - 

on the people who choose to stay.

-Zero

Bright and weightless (poem)

There's a freedom I feel,

a lightness of being.

Life can be so heavy 

from stress at work 

to pains of loves lost.

But sometimes we're afforded some release,

either in a moment of respite,

or in moving on,

letting go of the burdens we carry.

I am writing our story

in all its non-fiction glory

so that I can write “the End” on it,

with “Goodbye” our happily ever after.

And I'm putting down the phone,

packing my bags to leave,

so that I can finally return home

to be with the family I have left.

I feel like a burning flame,

bright and weightless,

fueled by the heavier parts of life -

Free.

-Zero

Let's move in together (poem)

Let's move in together.

I know it sounds crazy,

but all my best ideas do.

We've spent too long here -

our feet are drying in the cement

if we don't move now, we never will.

Let's move away from last night's argument

over people we once knew here,

their ghosts haunting my heart and your mind.

Let's move away from today's rejection,

force that moment into memory

and show the world what we're worth.

Let's get caught in the river's current,

dragged far away from this place, these feelings,

and make our home on the shore we land on.

We'll find a way to turn foreign rocks

into a foundation,

and forgotten branches into walls.

I'll find a way to clean my words

of the spectres of my past

because they don't matter anymore.

And when you're cold and crying,

I will make you a fire

and hold you until you're okay.

Let's move in together,

because I love you to no end,

and want to begin again with you.

-Zero

Gaspésie (poem)

Losing interest in the echoes of the past,

a past I've secretly clung onto for months,

not in wanting it back,

but in mourning the end of it.

A ghost haunting my thoughts,

pulling me away from today,

from the forest covered mountains on all sides,

from the river split by small forested islands,

trying to melt and see the blinding sun,

deer digging through the snow

as a bald eagle takes to the sky,

a place I hope to visit

for many years to come.

-Zero