Moving on, accepted past

I lost you one day, before I knew that
caring wasn’t good enough.
All I’d done had been for you, but
never was that what you asked.
Tasked with something as vicious as
moving on, I
ACCEPT that there are things I did wrong.
Keep our regrets apart.
Every moment we think of this is another
yesterday we have ruined.
Only I might have such thoughts, but
unhappiness is nothing I will wish upon you.
My time with you has ended, I ACCEPT.
I will keep what we had and move on,
never forget those days,
exceptional at the time and now forever.



Found herself out in the cold,
open to faces which once made her numb,
remembering the last chance she had before all was sold.
Grieving the potential loss,
it wasn’t in her nature, she refused to succumb,
victory was not out of reach and she bore her cross
emblazoned with the name of the other’s drum.


When the actor faltered on stage, the entire audience noticed.

That was a little less important than how all the rest of the cast noticed it was coming and tried everything in their power to redirect it. Everything to get the actor to get back on track before it was too late.

Yet even the most professional of actors couldn’t hide it when their leading man had a heart attack on stage.

Of course the entire audience noticed.


When they were small, they used to sneak into the kitchen at night. They never went for the cookie jar. They never went into their parent’s secret stash of whatever it was that they weren’t allowed to have yet. No, they opened the fridge and took a bite out of a cube of butter.

Part of it was because butter was delicious. But another part of it was because they would never get to do that when either of their parents were awake.

Then, of course, they grew up.

“Should I eat this stick of butter?” they asked their elder sibling.

“Do you want to?” was the response.

As they decided they wanted to, they did so. Despite being an adult, not much had changed.

Murder by axe

Something about this was a bad idea, but looking back on the lumberjack chasing them through the forest, Mark figured it was too late to change his mind.

His little brother kept shooting a look at him. The sixteen year old didn’t have the breath to ask it, but Mark knew the question he wanted to ask was “why”.

“Don’t panic, I’ve got this under control,” he managed to wheeze out.

Tom didn’t look like he believed him. Mark dragged him around to the other side of a tree.

Taking a couple big gulps of air, Tom hit him in the arm. “Wh-”


They waited for the axe-armed man to run by their location. Yep, too late to change his mind. Holding Tom’s forearm, Mark turned them around back toward the cabin.

Lost and Found and Found

He noted the wallet while seated at the bench.

It was laying there, the leather soaking through in the puddle. He wasn’t sure if it had dropped there recently or not, because he hadn’t been paying attention to it until this point.

Still, it was best not to leave it there. He made to stand up.

Then a teenager ran, eyes frantic. When he saw the wallet, he made a beeline for it, picking it up as he kept going.

That was that. The man sat back down on the bench and stayed out of the rain.

Early morning rising

There was no need to set an alarm.

She heard it through the walls, as she did every morning. The screeching of whatever animal. Well, she knew what animal it was. During the day, he was a very nice dog. She enjoyed seeing him from over the fence, wiggling his tail and the rest of him.

Yet at six o’clock in the morning, he didn’t understand why anyone was still asleep and had to wake up the neighborhood.

Getting out of bed, she opened her window and, after making sure the window was closed, aimed a rock from her pile at the sill. She struck it dead on. She readied another, but didn’t throw it as the movement from the curtains told her the person on the other side was actually getting up.

With a sigh, she got ready for work.