TheRealTamara

What we’ve seen

Observations, we've all made
Them, they're subtler than a
Whisper of disapproval or the
Mention of a disappointment.
Quiet thoughts, barely thought
Tucked away, secreted deep in
A dark corner of memory. You
Will know it as a fact. His mom
She was just like that, you will
Blurt it out, no malice, and no
Criticism, you resent neither
One of them for it's just how
They were, are in memory, and
In your observation. There's 
No whisper of discontent  on
Your mind, no disfavor to put
A pall over your thinking and
Hold you fast. And hard, in a
Strange place, booing ghosts.

Your memories

He told me all his stories, so
That when this day came, I'd 
Be the one who remembered.

Tidy up

I need someone to tidy my
House bring order in /out
Of the chaos. Tidy my mind
Clean out the messes that
Accumulate with time /in
Time /over time and under
Every cabinet and drawer

Love

This, here, this is a sentiment
For someone who loves but is
A punster. Lovers can be corny.
In fact, hand to heart, love will
Bring out the silliness in us all.
If you love a big blackout cake
Too, or a buttercream covered
Cupcake this is so appropriate
For both your honey and your 
Sweet treat. Be mine, my love

It’s just meant to be

Do you believe in fate/destiny?

Fate brought us together
Once as friends, then as
Lovers. Partners forever
In all we do and in all ways.
We ran into each other by
Chance, a happenstance we
Welcomed with toasts and
Smiles months later and 
Still today. It was destiny

Content

If you could be someone else for a day, who would you be, and why?

I'm staying put. This is good enough
For me. It's enough to be just one of
Me, although we all know that it can 
Entail a myriad of souls both old and
New just being me. Or you. We aren't 
Alone when we are or where we are.
Each of us has many facets to explore.
It's enough being me and me and me.

Lost

That he's broken, and breaking
That's clear. It's less clear that 
He's still there in his depth, to
The core. All his beauty and a
Touch of wisdom is perversely
Hidden in the fragments of his
Memory and thoughts. It's not
Clear he knows who he was or
Who he is, lost in the mix-ups
Of a mind unsettled to its core

Fool moon

Learn more about moon cycles here.

Moon cycle

Moon is a crescent, or it's 
Full,  round as the globe
Which, of course, is its true
Shape. The moon is a ball
Like the earth. Round and
Round it goes, what you see
Is its shadows as light will
Obscure or reveal, as light
Does. The full moon is our
Curiosity. We revel in tales 
Of its magical powers, its
Influence to madden and
Inflame. A full moon will
Happen every month, and
There's a term we derive 
Of its powerful rotations.
Months hang on a calendar.
The moon cycles through.
Moon hangs out in our sky.
Too disciplined to bring all
That chaos we'll pin on it.

What will always be true

I love you. That will always be
True. Hold onto it. It's our life-
Raft, the dinghy on which we'll
Sail in shallow shoals to isles
Both glamorous and fresh. I'll
Love you always, when forever
Seems closer rather than not.
I love you, that is always true.

The gift

Joy. He has such a capacity for
Joy. His dark mood can never 
Obliterate his expressions of 
Joy. It bubbles through, and he
Appreciates some  kindness he
Has the sense to sense. Small 
Joys win out over big sorrows
It is his gift. A measure of joy.