I have her ring with our names in my safe,
I think of her often,
Our goals were different,
I will always love her,
Shes been repaying my mother’s death gift to me,
Its became our link,
Funny my link isn’t the ring in the box,
Or the two books and bear in the car,
Nor my birthday shorts and shirt I’m wearing,
My link to Sherry is that moment in her bed at Ingersol Manor,,
I held Sherry in my arms,
I tickled her,
The six years difference didn’t matter
I will never forget that innocent giggle,
That moment our hearts touched,
Or driving through that cemetary in Macon,
Sherry driving and my car slipping toward the Allman Brothers grave,
Introducing her to Pat,
Showing her the only part of Iowa I love,
Opening and offering to share all I had with her,
My first home,
Hearing her giggle and say Blaa,Blaa,Blaa,
Watching her drive away,
Removing our connection,
I want her to once again have her own home,
I was convenient,
She said we had not known eachother long enough.
How long is enough?
I fell for her face and and heart behind her smile,
Sherry not knowing made loving, carrying, hard to give to anyone else,
I hope the new woman is all she desires in a partner,
I know now I should have invested more in my home.
I know I should have stopped and heard my dad’s words on the wind,
Dad was always there if I attempted a better life or a new job assuring me I was a failure.
I’m less then sixty to a thousand followers on WordPress then I can have Goggle advertising,
Eat that everyone who thought me writing was insane,
Somewhere theres a lady who is seeking a lesbian to live in northern Wisconsin, raise Walleyes,fish and sell books,
Well some one to share life with,
Took me years to find a friend as cool as Judy Waits,
Penny’s Straight but who cares,
Penny’s as special as the golden retriever mix we had named Penny when my sister and I were kids.
This wandering poet will go on,
Memories in tact of the girl I loved from Macon Georgia ,
Who in 2021 played in the snow,
Found a water cooler container that still sits by the wall in the front room.
I still see her walking in the hottest March in my life in short sleeves also in 2021,
Driving around Quasqueton,
Finding Big Foots,
Sitting under that awning while Sammy refused to go potty and me afraid we’d loose him,
Being chased in that cemetary by turkeys ,
Eating at Bills,
Holding your hand walking into Walmart like straight people,
I miss her,
Now I miss her more,
2 thoughts on “One heart”
I loved this. Written very well.
I cried too. I’m sorry.
I miss the Blah blah blah.
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I was thinking we just stretch out the payments for the rest of your life. Five dollars every five months. Then your still in my life too.