Poetry For Thought

3 Days - 84 Hrs - 5040 Mins

Sometimes we say good bye

for all the wrong reasons

pack it up - guard the heart

it seems much easier to hide

some reach the point of no return

when fists do fly or on the sly

when love falls through the holes

and tears become the leading emotion

when fear of "could" begins to rule

it's certain death for sure

there "could" be tough times ahead

she "could" end up like the others

he "could" become sneaky and misleading

yet with neutral eyes seeking

one might see it differently

it "could" be exactly what it is

someone simply needing a moment

the OK not to smile 24hrs of the day

permission to be human and frail

a minute to shake the dust from a storm

the world sure does have nasty storms

even the toughest tire from fight

nothing in life is perfect consistently

that's where love becomes so precious

accepting the good, allowing the sad

faithful hearts and unconditional helping hands

weigh it carefully, seek with open eyes

see not with your head in the clouds

sort the facts from misleading fiction

is that what we did in our clear thinking

or will thinking make things clear

after 503 days, strangers now long gone

so much has been shared while paired

look smaller - it's been 12,063 hours

more than 723,000 minutes between us

millions of moments spent in discovery

sharing laughter, smiles and love

taking life by its' reigns together

no mountain too steep, no road to long

even the sky held no limits

good memories built a solid foundation

reaching levels few ever come to know

we made love 310 times together

oh yes, we really do count

how wonderful when we find ourselves

counting the good things, not the bad

but someone let the fear devil in

changing facts, distorting the truth

blinding what is with what "could" be

we've shared uncomfortable days as well

they can be counted on our hands

on our hands...

we count love making with marbles

bought more marbles, got a bigger jar

and we count our hard days on our hands

moments of weakness, of humanness

lifes' frustrations getting the best of us

a bad PMS day... a beastly cold

not fists nor even infidelities

hundreds of marbles...

thousands of happy hours...

millions of moments in discovery...

all cast aside for days we count on our hands

we did this with our clear thinking

or will thinking make things clear

sometimes we say good bye

make sure it's for the right reasons

3 days - 84, now 85 Hrs - 5130 mins and counting

we've got the wrong clock ticking...