Paulo and Me

Someday, we’ll forget the hurt, the reason we cried and who caused us pain..
And we’lll finally realize that the secret of being free is not revenge, but letting things unfold in their own way and own time.

PAULO COELHO

Someday we will remember
the goodness that came.
the beauty that had faded
the feelings we shared
and someday we’ll be grateful
even a bit amazed
that we were so very quick
to only see the bad
when there was good
in between
along the ragged edge.

Jeanna Mead
701 p.m. 11-27-17

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Covers

After all this time

She should be

 An old hand

Used to it by now

But ever now and then

She just has to

 Buckle down

Rearrange things

Create the night

Dinner for one

Glass of wine

Chick flick

A good book

Hot bath

Few words

One last sip

Another taste

Then, finally

 She can slide

Underneath the covers

Almost naked

Still wet 

Completely alone

And  sleep

Holding on 

To pillows and dreams
As if they would come true