change poems

Continuing Separately

Everything is going along
Much as it always has,
Until something changes.
Whether due to an accumulation
Of slights over time,
A single major event,
Or increase of self-esteem,
The relationship shifts,
Moving in a new, less intimate
Direction, trust depleted,
Superficiality followed by
Disengagement, one party
Expanding, the other static,
Continuing separately.

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Daunting but necessary,
Sometimes things need
To be shaken up,
Moved from where they
Have been all this time,
Gathering dust,
Helping no one do anything
But remain in place,
Atrophying,
Wondering what happened,
Not doing anything
About it.

Just the Other Day

It seems like just
The other day
You and I
Talked about things
Vast and light,
Playing off each other
As only those
Who are close do.

Same Place

No words exchanged
Where normally there
Would be many.

An empty space,
A house razed,
Missing.

This is the same
Place where they
Laughed together.

Through the Penumbra

Stop and think for a moment,
Abandon superfluous encumbrance.
Up the mountain, through the
Penumbra, clarity unobscured.

A dark smokestack belches filth
Into a resigned sky. Trudging,
Servile to instinct and unchecked
Impulse. Clear away the dust.

Seeing Each Other

They meet at their
Favorite restaurant but
There’s not much to
Say and hasn’t been
For some time now.

Staring at their
Plates, moving their
Food around, waiting
For something that
Won’t come.

They both remember
Vivid conversations,
Ready laughter,
Looking forward to
Seeing each other.

Change Settles In

Dust accumulating,
Unperceived at first,
Difficult to clean
Once it’s past a
Certain point.

A gradual erosion of
The riverbank by
A changing current,
Carving away
Vital ground.

Change settles in,
Water warming to a boil,
Unwitting shift in attitude,
Things have always been
This way.

Out of Nowhere

One day, out of nowhere,
He decided to let her in.
There was no particular
Reason, it had just become
Tiresome to constantly think of
Ways to hide from view.

One day, out of nowhere,
He decided to talk about
That thing that happened and
Changed his life forever.
It had become untenable to
Hold back the deluge
Another moment.

Disremembered

In his quietest moments he
Understood that it was not
Others who merited his caustic
Contempt or held his fate in
Their unworthy hands. It was
He who had the responsibility
To heal the wounds that had
Found permanent asylum in
The disremembered corners of
His unconsciousness.