Geography – Baydreamer Writes ~ Lauren Scott, Author

it could be a lunch at our favorite café
it could be a chat, laughter,
and stroll through the mall
it could be sharing a morning coffee
with a stunning sunrise
it could be gossip on the patio
it could be a Sunday dinner
it could be a weekend away
for mom and daughter…

but it can’t for now
as long as geography gets in our way
as long as circumstances dictate
so I’ll continue missing her,
comforting my hurting heart
until the next trip in the air.

i thought i’d get used to it
i thought time would heal
well, time has done diddly-squat
so, if i allow the distance
to take up residence in my thoughts,
i’ll just add one more ache
to my medical records.

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© Lauren Scott, Baydreamerwrites.com
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I was in a downer of a mood the other day,
missing my daughter and son. I’ve written
about both of them, so this one is for my
daughter, who has always had a sunflower
personality. 💜

Available on Amazon, and Barnes & Noble,
but click on the image to purchase
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The vast space of emptiness
will never feel right
Communication sustains
but the heart feels short-lived relief
no room for logic
the heart carries a stubborn streak

Moments missed
Hours missed
Days missed
fleeting of time
The miles from here to there,
like a ball of yarn unraveling
over hills, through valleys
getting snagged on jagged edges
along the way

In a daze,
I’m slowly slipping
down a rabbit hole
about to surrender
the very best of my soul
where darkness cloaks
itself around me
Air, no longer reality

Sadness befalls the world outside
as sky-falling tears slam the earth
I’m tumbling with them in a frenzy
The first teardrop rolls down my face
leaving a chill in its wake
before disappearing beneath my jaw
My back slides down the wall
I’m drenched in sobs

Then reason meets my reflection
I challenge my emotions
because pain trails closely behind –
I’m inviting stress, and
I can’t handle one more ache
Does this make me selfish?

Humans are complicated
Emotions are complicated

Some days, the golden sphere
dazzles me into dancing
Some days, the shadowy sky
lures me into that daze
I can feel my heart breaking
I can feel each piece tear away
I won’t have strength
to sweep up the mess…

but this love is stronger than I ever thought I could feel
a love in my heart that will need to be the glue…
it is what it is ‘till it isn’t anymore
maybe someday…
until then, the vast space and I will need to reach a truce.