Bread and Roses

The world views, pompous pontifications, creative ephemera, and feverish rantings of a cynical optimist, writer guy, and semi-jaded resident of "America's finest city" (well, at least that's what our Chamber of Commerce tells us...we have our doubts but we've found it's best to keep them to ourselves.)

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Name: Michael K. Willis
Location: San Diego, California, United States

I was born in a crossfire hurricane and I howled at my ma in the pouring rain. But it's all right now, in fact it's a gas! Or something like that. In my time I've done a bunch of stuff, met some good folks, loved and lost and loved again, been a few interesting places, and am now a cynical optimist (or optimistic cynic, after all this time I'm still never exactly sure which I am at any given moment) living in sunny Southern California.

Tuesday, April 21, 2009

A Few Good Things Remain

I sometimes wonder if you think I still think of you. I do. And I’m sure you know that I do.

In the quiet hours…the soft minutes when memory rules and “what if?” becomes a doleful mantra…I still think of you…I still reach out for you with my heart…and I am still comforted though time and circumstance, foolish decisions of mine and the affection of others try mightily to put a lie to that.

I think of your smile…and the shyly passionate way you folded into my arms, into our kisses…I think of the easy way you laughed when I said something silly and the gentle way you sighed when our bodies were joined…and I am gladdened again.

In the quiet hours…the soft minutes…when memory takes hold…when “what if?” mocks me with gentle melancholy…I think of you…and the music you picked as our soundtrack…and even in the moments when hope seems a distant memory and love just a rapidly fading mirage, I know that a few good things do indeed remain.

- for my Mariposa (still and always) -



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