Sour Soul Mates

my heart clutches in my chest
as thoughts of you fill my head
and I wonder if you're alright.
our weird connection worries me
tonight; the way we finished
each others thoughts, each
others sentences, knew
exactly the right gift, the
right meal to make, the
right movie to bring home,
the right CD to play, without
saying a word. more like
one pea in a pod, the other
not needed. and though
we're millions miles
apart in spirit and just
around the corner,
I still hope
that you're okay.

My Prince Charming

used to like your smile once,
you were charming and could sway
even the most stoic of us,
or me. your beguiling wit
and romantic ways entangled
my heart so thoroughly,
that even now and possibly
forever more, I may still fall
completely under your spell.

Used to

Does she make Oatmeal Raisin Cookies
for you, just because, the way I used to?

Does she make you breakfast in bed,
or draw you a bath, the way I used to?

Does she clean up you mess,
or collect all your stuff, the way I used to?

Does she support your music,
or your career, the way I used to?

Does she pay half the bills and rent,
and buy groceries, the way I used to?

Does she love your dog,
or love you, the way I used to?

Do you use her and abuse her,
like me, the way you used to?


©2010 Shawn Ann Murray