XI. At Thirty

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If I’m not married at thirty,

Will you live with me forever?

If I’m not happy at thirty,

Will you take me out to see the world?

If I’m not dreaming at thirty,

Will you light the spark again?

If I’m not living at thirty,

Will you reach out and save me?

– kh.

© Placer County, California | April 2016

V. Dear Lissa

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She wrote a letter once last year.

Dear Lissa.

She slipped it in the mailbox as he left,

He’s leaving today.

And ran inside to lock the door.

He told me to wait,

She sat and stared,

So I will.

And stared and waited.

I’m not worried.

I trust him.

She wrote a letter once this year.

Dear Lissa,

She slipped it in the mailbox as she left,

I waited.

And walked away

He told me to wait,

From an empty house.

But he lied.

She walked and breathed,

He won’t come back.

And breathed and smiled.

I know it.

But I’m ok.

– kh.

© Placer County, California | April 2016

Epiphany

What if one day the stars vanish from sight,

Or the sun will not rise again after tonight?

What would we do if the sea melts away,

Or the sky fades from blue to a dull, ashen grey?

If those we love most today take their last breath,

Did we show them our love? Are we filled with regret?

All in a moment can life take a turn,

Will we stand up and face it, or watch our world burn?

– kh.

© January 2015 | Sacramento, California