The farmer sat at his table and cried for his invisible wife
But no one knew he was married
No one knew of this gentle life
They thought he was a single man
He shouted about how his relationship ended
He loved to frolic with his chums
And the freedom he defended
His family had no idea
They thought he was alone
He went into the other room
When he answered the phone
His wife at first she didn’t mind
Until they had their baby
And she realised no one knew of them
As he flirted with ladies daily
Suddenly she started to fade
Her skin became translucent
Her voice muted to a whisper
Her soul became distant
Until one day she disappeared
Left the farmer and their baby
Never to return again
This secret invisible lady
Tag: Companionship
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What if, they don’t wait for an email
Just book a flight
On the 15th of December
No second guessing
Let their eyes meet
8 weeks they’d always remember
A long awaited cuddle
Hold each other close
Share what they have learned
Be guided by their hearts
To make gentle plans
Voice what their hearts do yearn
What if, they do something radical
Throw old plans away
Make a fresh, exciting pathway
Know they have each other
Hold hands forever
And begin their together journey
What if, just what if, they believe
That everything will be ok
And everything will work out…
What if… -
Thank you for my book
It came at a time of need
My heart is so unsettled
I struggle to keep steed
My bones long deep
My heart in constant waves
Borderlining graceful marble
And fragile broken paves
I miss you like the sunshine
The pangs a deafening blow
Trying to be supportive
Hoping for us both to grow
I know this is the right thing
Because it feels so hard
I hope that I can grow from pain
Instead of crumbling into shards
But please know my love
This choice is for you
And by agreeing I do surrender
No contact isn’t a way I would go
For healing from the thunder
But we aren’t healing from thunder
Were healing from flood
From droughts that happened years ago
When our inner children were without
I know I shouldn’t, but I count the days
This couldn’t be a greater torture
My heart always on my sleeve
Pining for the future
The strength I hold within my heart
Of hope, of love, of us
I grit my teeth and knuckle down
And prey for time to pass
I hope you’re feeling better than me
I hope your healing well
I hope you’ve found a floating device
Thriving beyond your shell
I always want the best for you
Even, if now, I suffer
I hope we can return to love
Bring the best we have to offer
We got this my love, just hold on tight
Let’s be strong and consistent
Remember it’s only temporary
That our bodies are currently distant
Sending you strength, e del baci
What an interesting test
Hold my hand, we got this
Yours, la tua piccola lumaca. -
Have I been forgotten already?
Has my memory begun to fade?
Can you no longer remember
The contours of my face?
The sound of my voice
No longer an echo
No touch of my skin
Left on your fingertips
The beating of my heart
No longer with yours in sync
What torture time is
As I fade to ghost
Simply a shadow of myself
Wandering aimlessly lost
Haunting the canals
Wailing in wake
Eternal pain
Diminished state
No longer remembering
The contours of my face -
Push it down the sadness
Push it down the grief
Breathe that little shallower
To not rock what’s underneath
Survive another second
Hold back the tears
Breathe that little shallower
Don’t give in to the fears
Distract another minute
Recite helpful words
Breathe a little shallower
Suppress that pang of hurt
Get into the sunshine
Hug those you love
Breathe a little deeper
Let out cries above
Lessons comes in all shapes
Let it start within
Breathe a little deeper
Let healing begin -
There was a little snail
Who had a big dream
To cross the algae pond
The little snail thought
It would find a leaf of sort
To glide to the lilly and beyond
The little snail gathered
A few different leaves
It wanted to test them on water
But out of the blue
Another snail rushed through
Now two snails stood at the port
There were two snails
Who had big dreams
To cross the algae pond
The little snails thought
They’d find leaves of sort
To glide to the lilly and beyond
The little snails looked
At their collection of leaves
And started to test them at port
One jumped on a leaf
It bounced with glee
And they sailed across the water
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