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: Lonely
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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. -
8 weeks I might die
This feeling of loss is unreal
Why have such a beautiful weekend
Then abandon each other to heal
8 weeks I’m pacing
I can’t even touch the ground
I’m staring at the calendar
Wishing I could rush it down
8 weeks is so long
We’ve not separated that long
Since the day we met
Our heart connection was so strong
8 weeks and I don’t know
If we’ll ever see each other again
I can’t take this withdrawal
From our Venn diagram
8 weeks and a forever
Into the abyss
What if he decides
He doesn’t want this mess
Because that is what I am
Climbing the walls
Hiding and crying
Grieving this pause
Because what if this pause
Is a break up
I’m not ready to move on
Get out and put make up
8 weeks breathe
8 weeks we can do
We can stick to the plan
And do what were supposed to. -
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 -
Fifty six days
Exactly eight weeks
But don’t countdown
Forget
Focus on the healing
Focus on the peace
But my love is impossible to forget
Where is my text?
Where is my kiss?
Where is my warm embrace?
Forget for now
And focus on the power
Of light, healing and space
Breathe deep, it’s all ok
It’s all ok, it is
Focus on your growth
Your child, your boats
I know it feels like your drowning now
But stay strong
You will begin to float
Know she has your back
Focus on what you can control
To keep yourself on track
The time will pass
It always does
Make it all worthwhile
Whatever will be, will be, will be
Give yourself a smile
Surrender to the higher power -
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 -
In Ravenscourt Park there was an old man
Who lived in an alabaster cave
Each morning he’d eat Bitterness on Toast
Then for work he would leave
With his glass jar tucked under his arm
Hobbling through the streets
Waiting for the moment tension would strike
To gather his bittersweet treat
Throughout the day he’d fill his jar
Revelling in its growing weight
Daydreaming the joy of getting home
To eat his sandwich filled with hate
To sit at the table with his favourite plate
And fill his belly full of misery
Then off to bed he’d take himself
Where he would dream of history
The dreams weren’t much different
From the days that he had
Except for the ring on his finger
And the smile that greeted him at the door
But the bitterness it did linger
While he ate his sandwich filled with hate
His wife ate strawberry jam
Too sweet was the taste of her lips
It angered the little old man
Night after night he’d dream of those lips
A never ending cycle of torment
Waking up to the brim with anxiety
Ready for a day of resentment
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