Once upon a time,
some friends flew me to the moon,
we were together, laughing.
But they left me there,
alone,
no way home,
as they returned to earth,
together, laughing.
(I guess they weren’t friends after all)
Made of Rain – A poem
I can’t touch the heart of the rain, it can only touch me
As it slips right through my fingers
Where a liquid hand can’t be held.
And the rain may have a beat but it’s too soft and quick
To be human and too rhythmic to be alive.
The rain never stutters or skips a beat
And I can dance in it but it can’t dance with me.
I can speak a soliloquy and pretend the rain is listening
But it can never confess a single secret back to me.
The rain may smell like a breath or a familiar comfort
But the rain is everything that has ever felt lonely.
Remains – A poem
When I disintegrate into space
What will be left
Is the remains of you
And all the people that made me.
My scattered ashes
Will be seeds
For not just the flower of me
But a garden.
Lauren Kathleen 