The Only Thing Missing is You

Everything is in order. Set in motion on purpose.
The job, the house, the car,..vacations...
I've planned my life from little, putting things in order.
Strengthened by trials. Lessons learned. Lessons taught.
Some came and went. Some still around.
You know I start the dream job next week- Systems Analyst in that engineering firm.
Promotion chances are great I hear- I plan to stick around.
Broke ground two days ago on that nice lot we talked about some time ago.
Blueprints approved. Everything in order. Everything's a 'go'.
Just like I imagined, just like we dreamed.
One day you and I are gonna' 'run this thing'.....
And now....
The only thing missing
Is you.

I Write

Sitting thinking about my life, and unfortunate circumstances that surround me, I just want to scream.
Scream because I'm angry.
Scream because I'm helpless.
Scream because I see no way out.
Scream because it hurts.
So I write.
I write to release, to breathe and de-stress.
I write because I live in an apartment and screaming would draw unwanted attention.
I write because I'm alone and the walls don't talk, and even if they did- they already know, they see, they hear.
I write because the bills need to be paid.
I write because I'm hungry, and groceries need to be made.
Writing is my therapy for all I endure. My pains, my trials, disappointments and fears.
When the weight of the world is pressing down, and I can hardly stand;
and my tears I don't want the world to experience, I sit at my computer, feet up on my couch...
And I write.