Maybe Then

You couldn’t find your place
You were lost in a space
Where nothing made sense
You had friends and they cared
But they didn’t dare
To look beneath your surface smile

In our hearts we carried hope
That strength would win, that you could cope
And for a while our worries were for nothing
We lost touch though; our worlds separated
But memories stayed true that we had created
And you weren’t forgotten

Then we learned of your demise
Tears fell from our clouded eyes
Our hearts shattered with disbelief
The sorrow showed with no disguise

If only we had shared some time
Precious time that we hold dear
To talk and vent and even cry
Maybe then you’d still be here

LS 2016

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Dear PSC,

Your invisibility plays havoc
On how she is perceived
For when you strike,
She hurts and so do we

You don’t show your face
The pain is from within
But it’s no less horrific
Yet she won’t let you win

She’ll fight with both fists
Even from the ground
You may land a good punch
But you won’t keep her down

Our hearts hurt for her
She’s our precious daughter
We’ll fight you by her side
Come hell or high water

Lauren Scott © 2015
(for S ♥)

Tomorrow

My desire
isn’t to see
you again,
nor to touch
your face
as my lips
meet yours

(a longing
from
yesterday)

instead,
I must do

what is right
for you and me…
let go of
futile dreams

Lauren Scott © 2015

Friends

Those were the days of laughter beneath the sun
Conversations that always seemed undone
Continuations when timing was right
Long deep confessions into the night

Those were the days of enduring inseparability
The future was ours with a wealth of possibility
Of stories told and falling tears and necessary trust
Now in our hands lie only remnants of dust

Lauren Scott © 2015

Out of the Blue

Before darkness settled in and sun bid farewell
I took a drive not far from home going fairly slow
What happened next I’m reluctant to tell
Yet the story has been told; others already know
She darted out from nowhere I did see
to this day I wonder how it all could be

Poor little one was naive though surely in control
She was unaware of the danger lurking outside
Her cries echoed through my heart and soul
Provoking tears and sadness deep inside
We simply met at the wrong time and place
And departed with my many prayers of grace

I wish to rewind that awful hour in my day
To save an innocent doe from unwanted sorrow
Let a little one run freely and be on her way
For a much, much brighter tomorrow
The suffering is over now but images aren’t kind
They lie still so fresh in my mind

Lauren Scott © 2015

(This happens all the time where we live because deer are in abundance. Many people don’t like them because they eat the gardens. Well, yes, I suppose that is an annoyance but I’m a little different. I love watching them walk gracefully down the street and always hope that car and deer don’t meet. After many years of living here, my car has never come in contact with one. This time though, the deer hit me on the left front side by the headlight. She was tossed into the gutter, hurt very badly and suffered about an hour before she was put out of her misery. I knew it wasn’t my fault. She truly did fly out of a backyard on my left side, out of the blue, and into my car all in a matter of seconds. But it was a very heartbreaking hour and I wouldn’t leave until she was taken care of…sadly this happens so often that it’s not a big urgency. We live in their territory and they are the innocent ones..)

Timing

You and I
are picture perfect
in the undercurrent
and the in-between

We both live beneath
an umbrella of stars
that are yours
and mine
but they are not ours

They never will be

Lauren Scott © 2015

KC

While sitting in this memory
my eyes begin to water

as my mind wanders through
the road together we traveled

but as tears fall, their love washes
over all that was unraveled

leaving a smile on my face
knowing his love and humor

will always leave a trace
for this moment and into my future

While sitting in this memory
I hold deeply in my heart

what once was of the man
whose presence I miss

Lauren Scott © 2015
(written for a friend)