Heavy Hearts

Heavy hearts hold hands across time
and ride the ripples
their memories make.
Too quick to forsake
the love they once found
in each other's eyes,
they've grown to despise
the pieces of themselves
they so willingly gave away.
And so today,
heavy hearts hold hands across time
and ride the ripples
their memories make.

I Breathe

I press my head to my pillow
in a feeble attempt
to push the dream
that dribbled out into the silent moment
between waking and sleep,
back into the secret hollows
of my mind.
I fill the space around the memory of it
with slow whispers of pleading
and part the silence with sobs
for the hands, reaching
and letting go.
And while an aching sweeps across the morning,
I breathe slowly
and rise.