whisper of your past
playing a game of solitaire
with a deck of twenty eight cards
is as wrong as me being here
without you,

i think of all the adventures we
should be having,
all the things we should be
or could be doing together;

always wanted you to be my sun
because i always knew i 
could be your moon—

but i guess
life had different plans
for us
than everything i wanted,

i thought i could be
your wife;
a beloved melody of a song
you could never 
resist—

turns out i am just a whisper
of your past that you keep
around to remember good times.
-linda m. crate 

give me the large dose 
small doses of kindness
are beautiful,
yet sometimes are not 
enough;

surviving off of crumbs 
a soul can still starve—

i prefer large doses
of kindness that last and
linger on more than 
a single day,

i want do be drowned in
flowers, trinkets, affection,
compliments, and love;

i want to know i matter
to someone else
other than me—

i want to linger on the mind
as a dream or a haunting
crow, whose inky black feathers
and eerie song bring no peace
in accordance to how
a soul treated me.
-linda m. crate