Poetry

Sometimes

a person who you did not know

becomes dearer to you.

You like their laugh, their smile,

their awkward humour

and you discover

when they leave

that you miss them.

Eye blink.

A Number flashes.

Recognition dawns.

Bewilderment ensues.

Guilt sets in.

Headache blossoms.

The day is gone.

The sun has set.

Outside is black.

Street lamps flicker on.

Ominous sounds make you jump.

You are inside wondering about the world.

Can you really turn your hobby into a career?

Some people can.

I do not think I am one of them.

My hobbies are to relax me.

It is no longer fun when there is a deadline.

Now you have died with me.

We can be ghosts forever.

No more growing old.

We can argue as much as you want.

Threats mean nothing.

Yet, I still love you.

Or was this just a job offer?

You think of the things you do.

They make up who you are.

What you react to.

Change causes an imbalance.

Perspectives are altered.

Fear takes place.

Until, you have become accustomed.

Then you define yourself with new adjectives.

Yet, ultimately this journey is all about you

and your self discovery.

Ladybugs and Porcupines.

Goldfish and Bluejays.

Nature’s team of making everything right.

The same ad.

Over and over.

Get it now!

Final day to get the free bottle!

Yet, that was what it said yesterday.

And the day before that.

And the day before that!

So when truly is the “last” day?

All cats are adorable

but if one chooses you

then you are blessed.

You will become accustomed

to sweet cuddles

or bites and scratches

but everything in between

will make you melt from their cuteness!

I wouldn’t say it is a passion.

It is an obsession

which will rule my life

for the next few years.

Then my focus will shift

and I will find a new artistic outlet.

Until then,

I will enjoy the forms I currently create.