Lives Parallel

I hear the urgency in your voice
But you miss the catch in mine.
I hear the demand in your voice
But you miss the resignation in mine.
You hear the impatience in my voice
But I miss the disappointment in yours
You hear the anger in my voice
But I miss the sorrow in yours.
Time was when the breeze would carry my whispered tenderness to you
And the sun's rays would carry your smiles to me...
I wonder today - what has drowned out our love?
Or are we on different planes in altogether different skies living parallel lives?

Peekaboo...I Don't see you.

A sound on my voice-mail
That's all that remains
Of all the longs conversations,
The mock-fights, the laughter, the subsequent pain.

Like swiftly receding mist,
A memory is what you've become
To which I'm holding on super-tight,
So much, it hurts and is driving me insane.

Every time I think of you,
Re-read your messages, listen to the voice-mail
It's a smile, then a grimace,
Then deep sorrow all over again.

So tired of this game
All I want to do
Is be with you, hold you tight
So it makes everything alright
And stop this peekaboo of sunshine and rain.

Tucked Away

Tucked away in your heart

Is there a tiny little corner for me?

A place you escape to

When you want the world to let you be?

Or have you turned a corner over

Like a page in a dog-eared book

read, with an excitement, but now done,

And hidden me under?

But can it really be so easy

To forget all your whispered sweet-nothings

The sighs, the laughs, the claps

Those unfettered expressions of innocent glee?

Marred by a piece of paper,

Written long, long, really LONG ago,

Our feelings playing a tango

Confusion, pain, anger...and then ennui.

Sitting alone, in front of my screen

This is what I wonder, my sweet baby

Tucked away in a your heart, is there a corner

A special little corner for me?