“Regret”

Lives where the heat is on
And warms himself by the fire
On cold nights,
When he feels his presence being forgotten
He yells “I am here!”
When you try to forget about him
And leave him in your drawer
When you go on vacation
But the Florida breeze
Welcomes this man
Who lives in your blood stream
And flows from your heart
Through your fingertips
Into a pulse of reminder
The sun burn
That later peels
Reveling new flesh
But the blood underneath remains the same.

“Suspense”

Is a germ
On the end of your tongue
Waiting to be spat across the room
With the next word you say
To end a conversation
With the man who will not tell you his name
But says tomorrow…
The red lights waiting
For a chance to be Christmas tree green
And lend a hand to the unbalanced child
Falling from the balance beam
As the next word from the hymnal falls off the page
And the knowledge that a void is created by the man sitting in the corner
Who you can’t remember
If you met or not.