shane joaquin jimenez

Lost but Always Found

Lost loves come, but never go.
How they evolve, no one knows.

A wink and a shake of hands,
who would have guessed you would be that man.

The one who lets me know there is hope out there.
The one who's memory saves me from complete despair.

And although those brief moments are in the past,
the fond feelings we cherish will always last.

And although we now have both moved on,
the love we shared has never gone.

Lost loves will always linger in the heart,
no matter how long in time or how far apart.

never meant to last

The Way We Work

In the realm of the way we work,

I praise you, and you denounce me.
I compliment you, and you criticize me.
I respect you, but get no respect from you.

We reason together,
but get no where.

It is all give and take.

I do not know how to stop giving,
stop praising, stop complimenting, stop respecting.

I need to learn to start taking more,
start denouncing, start criticizing, start disrespecting.

I can only see the good in you.
You can never see the bad in anyone
but me.

Our hearts are heavy,
but we cannot lift them together
because you are holding too tightly to yours
and I have already let mine slip to the floor.

brittany washington

A Person Can Dream

So that I don't forget,
because my memory often fails me,
and my imagination grows weaker, as I grow older.

Right now, it is the memory of something,
of Someone.

Some kind of flare of attraction,
Some kind of bond in loneliness,
in the search for someone
to 'love'.

Some kind of affection, found too late.

Found before he moves to a distant place,
with a small chance of a future meeting,
except maybe in a couple of years in passing,
maybe never again.

Or at least never again when the timing,
or when the search, aligns.

But hope rests,
in those few moments shared, before he left.

When it was finally recognized that there was a strong affinity,
a shoulder to lean on,
a shoulder to kiss.

Maybe one sided,
but none the less,
a memory that I want to hold on to,
to treasure,
to keep,
to put me to sleep.

A memory to distract
and think of all that could have been.
To live in fantasy
and imagine what probably never actually would have been.

But a person, can dream.

michel siffre