An Ode To D.

Today is my hubby’s birthday. Now, I don’t write romantic poetry. I’ve tried, but it’s just not my style. I’m much more comfortable writing about depression and bleakness. However, I’ve written this poem for my husband. He is the best thing that ever happened to me, and I love him with every fibre of my being. (See, I don’t even write romantically in my introduction.)

Dear Me Heart

An Ode To D.

One click and my life
one cautious reply sent to
A reaching out of souls,
both shrouded in pain.
Living fractions of lives,
with shards of dirty glass
though the ropes that held us together.
Frayed ends all we had left,
we were running
out of time and
then we
connected . . .
Through dogs called Jake
and Edgar Allen Poe
we mixed ourselves into
a blend of love emerging.
I’m so pleased we’re both a little
because if we weren’t we
wouldn’t have risked it;
but we did,
and I’m glad
the pull of our magnetic hearts
each other.
So now you’re living in a country
so cold, your chattering teeth have their own
I’m sorry, honey,
but we’re worth it, right?



Author: chocotales

I am a writer who is passionate about words. I find them magical and seductive. I write short stories, poetry, and non fiction. I'm currently working on my first novel.

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