I Need To Stop Waiting – You Don't Love Me Anymore

I’m on my way home.

I send a few texts, and

I expect the normal responses.

I call, leave a message.

Slight resignation, and

I begin to realize –

You don’t love me anymore.

I’m entering an empty house.

Just our two ecstatic dogs,

A missing backpack,

Vest gone, sandals gone.

One or two more texts, and

I stop messaging, but

I keep checking my phone.

I’m sleeping on my half just in case.

After a day, I stop checking, in

Complete resignation –

You don’t love me anymore.

I walk our dogs in the morning,

I make my own breakfast, and

I go food shopping.

I’m doing the things you always did.

A baby laughs from a stroller,

I’m thirty-six, so

I pull my sunglasses down.

Farmer’s market is done, and

I struggle with bags on the stairs;

I call for help carrying.

I’m remembering that you’re not there.

I bought so much food, but

I’ll have to break old habits, and

Our dogs are ecstatic again.

Sitting on the floor, and

Squeezing them I know,

I need to stop waiting –

You don’t love me anymore.

I need to stop waiting –

You don’t love me anymore.

I’m not going to keep waiting.

        ~Volpini Amentum Arete Anemone

Question That’s Important to Her

You miss having the car.

You miss holding the dog.

You probably miss a full fridge

And a homemade dinner.

You miss not worrying

Paying all of the bills

Cause she always found a way.

But do you miss her?

She doesn’t miss the you

Who took her for granted

Treated her as a given.

In case you wondered

She misses the you

Who thought of her

As something special.

But do you  just  miss

The car, food, paid bills…

Or she now wonders…

Did you ever miss her?

        ~Volpini Amentum Arete Anemone

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I Am Your - - - - - Giving tree

I Am Your-----		Giving Tree
Giving tree		Giving.
Giving.		Giving tree
Pleased, you will		Pleased, you will
Grow me back		Grow me back
Someday soon.		Someday soon.
You would fall to earth’s rock,		You were falling to earth,
Crumbling and crackling		Plunging and pancaking
Your bones, but		Your limbs, but
My limbs stretched		My leaves soaked
Under your weight,		Up all your weight,
My boughs buoyed you.		My limbs lassoed you.
My hope holds you –		My faith floats you –
Your safety net.		Your parachute.
Eat of my fruit, and		Giving Tree
Swing from my branch; cut		Giving.
Boards for your home; take		Giving tree
Fuel for your heat; build a		Please, will you
Boat for your leave; use my		Grow me back
Stump for your seat –		Someday soon?
That’s me…

        ~Volpini Amentum Arete Anemone

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