I don’t miss you.
I miss what could have been.
If you were different.
If pride hadn’t gotten in the way.
If you hadn’t always been absent.
For even when there,
You were always somewhere else.
There were things more important,
Then family, fondness, and connection.
Life’s flow and time are insignificant,
To those already gone.
K. Aldaya, 2/2/23
Picture: By Daniel Jensen on Unsplash; https://unsplash.com/photos/tCyyySlFNZs
You can not guarantee tomorrow,
So why must you steal away our today?
Let us live, and love, and laugh so,…
We don’t waste our lives away,
In fear of the inevitable.
You can not guarantee our safety.
You can not even guarantee your own.
Life and time pass us by swiftly.
So, why spend our time alone,
When today could be our final one?
You can not guarantee life at all.
It only guarantees you’re a liar,
For we all live and someday fall.
Life is hard, and often dire,…
Though a vast journey from start to end.
Do not guarantee us tomorrow,
And do not plan, and scheme, and try to steal,…
From the stories you’ll never know.
Life is like a spinning wheel,
Which moves ever onward steadily.
So, do not guarantee tomorrow.
I am more than content with my today.
Let me live, and love, and laugh so,…
When it’s my time I can say,
“I did not miss tomorrow, because I lived today”.
K. Aldaya, 8/15/21
GIF: From the music video “Summer Wine” by Lana Del Rey; https://weheartit.com/entry/317798351
Hold fast to today,
For it flits and it flies,
Up on and away…
Into the vast skies,
Of yesterday.
Where all of us go,
When we leave and grieve,
In the long ago,
As writer’s weave,
And stories sew.
K. Aldaya, 8/3/20
Picture: By Dmitry Ratushny on Unsplash; https://unsplash.com/photos/O33IVNPb0RI
There is a tall castle,
It looks lovely from the top.
The tower is inviting,
So passersby often go up;
To see the sea of green,
And to the fae, raise bounteous cup.
However, this castle,
Is a most sprawling domain,
With levels and rooms galore;
Though no one wanders without aim,
As each window and door,
Is locked with keys of their own name.
And each key rests below,
In the haunted dungeon halls,
Where the screams of yesterdays,
Still echo through the walls themselves;
And the terrors from those days,
Remain undusted on its’ shelves.
Thence, who would travel forth,
To seek out the truths within?
When blue skies are so pleasant;
And nature moves in expansion,
Adorning the present….
Burying tales without description.
Empty graves, without name.
K. Aldaya, 5/18/20
Picture: Originally by Evan Mitchell on Flickr;
https://wallpaperscraft.com/download/mask_bw_monochrome_124766/3840×2400
You try to meet me half-way,
But I’m not there. I’m all the way.
Too far away. Who would go?
You can’t reach me.
You can not know.
You try to meet me half-way,
But I’m not there. I’m all the way.
Time rode away so long ago.
The sun, it set,
Then came the snow.
You try to meet me half-way,
But I’m not there. I’m all the way.
Gone. Frozen in time…afar.
I can not move,
To where you are.
You try to meet me half-way,
But I’m not there. I’m all the way.
Too far away. Who would go,
To where I am?
With other places to go?
Life stops for no one, so I hope you know.
I don’t want you to stay.
I want you to go.
K. Aldaya, 5/31/19
Picture: By: James Hammond on Unsplash; https://unsplash.com/photos/alflch2BrgM
My Soul is a Lock Without a Key 