Toothaches are rare –
Like heartbreaks,
In relationships
One needs to care:
Brush and floss
(Twice daily)
So the ache stays away.
But when care is lost –
Teeth fester.
Often, an extraction
Is the only way
To stop infection.
Tag: hsc285
Notes
I have lost the will to rhyme,
I have no hurt left to give;
I have given up on time,
Besides the will to forgive.
The questions don’t linger now,
For I know my self quite well:
It’s seldom I break a vow,
Though I have no soul to sell.
Death does not loom, not for me,
It is a known song I sing,
It’s just that the notes aren’t free,
So I fear some reckoning.
I have lost and I have gained,
Like fat that comes and goes,
Neither state ever remained:
Sunlight into moonlight flows.
My people don’t like me much,
But I hope my furkids do;
Love has yet its own sweet touch;
Thus, I bear when it’s untrue.
I become something older;
Yet I recognise the child;
Temperance makes me colder;
But oh, panic keeps me wild!
your book
I was cleaning a drawer
Filled with documents and such.
A book I had stashed away
Peeped out from a corner.
It had your poems and accounts
And an old, faded rose.
I forgot if you or I had saved the bloom,
But your handwriting was enough
To send me into a spiral.
The pages of the book were yellow,
Your words were written in pencil,
Your handwriting curvy
And almost illegible.
It was a struggle;
Then your voice
Shone in the words.
The first paragraph I read
Struck me—like a surprise hug.
It was about a sadness
And a wait—like all of life,
With dried petals caught in between.
You reached out to tell me
The written word means much;
It finds light and memory
Through life’s corners in dirty drawers.
Hearts Still Care 
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