Pickled Smiles and Other Poems

Heartful

One in the bedroom
Pen bleeding on paper
The other on the porch
Strumming pain to the wind

They've had a row
It's all such a mess
The blade of alone
Stabbing their souls

They stop, quite sudden
Words coming through
Feeling so apart
But softly, in tune

One plays and sings
The other writes and cries
And though far apart
In unison, they make:

"You and I
Laugh and cry
Two hearts in the lonely war
Who will lose
Who will choose
To reach out and close their door
It won't be me
Because I see
Truth like this is rare
Some say love's blind
But we will find
At true love we both stare"

They stop and smile
The other will enjoy
They meet in the kitchen
Sharing what they've made

They melt to each other
With what they've done
Bonded in art
Now they are truly one

Yes, they did have
Their full share of rows
But they never, never, never
Felt remotely alone