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the quiets that no one knows

sometimes i forget that there are lives alternate to ours
not the individuals, but the classifications
you must decide the life you want to lead
is it validated by quantity or quality
i have tried quantity, it's never enough
it may feel so on a satisfying shallowness
it can assume an identity but never be

i look at two ladies
one with a small designer bag, both dressed in shades of dark
well-kept and rule abiding
they indulge in their second breakfast of the day

i have no desire to surround myself
just to see and be
tired of waiting, forgetting who i am
the quiet commenter needs a pause for interjection

time proves to be trying, testing
observant to a fault
deadly comorbidities lead us into manifested depths

sometimes i forget that there are lives alternate to ours
but they are all that is visible
because that's all they want to be

the lives that no one knows
are kept in satisfaction
morning kitchens speckled
with muted books and spoken memory resurrections

we all don't want to be the star
my loud red-orange nails whisper something different

You'll never know how much they love you ...until you leave

I've been blessed with a life that is filled with love
even when it's not all connected
loving leaves full and bright in every direction

tears of gratitude stream down my window pane
sweeping the weathered wood
glistening gently, smirking with content

each day will bring a new challenge
and try to fill you with forget
the strength of your branches
to bend and break, they pose a threat

your softness will fake a front
and turn them away

unjustified and full of pride
i will miss you