Coffee II

How often did I show you at breakfast time how “you were to me, my morning coffee”. And when did I not make you feel 10 feet. tall, although I knew you were only a 6‘1 man, with a broken heart & spirit.

Today I wonder will time erase our memories, because I knew in my heart “I deserved” more than what I settled for. From a man who did not know how to receive support and give back real love. It's unfortunate a woman's love is deeper than we judge.

Did I tell you enough “I got you through any storm, as long as you grow-up, and don’t run away”. And that night do you remember holding my hand “in prayer”, knowing who I am  that you were not prepared to be that man. I waited on in this lifetime, of what we have left in.   

Remember when you invited me on our last trip, you called until I responded. It was always this way, because I had something you definitely needed. A listening ear and solid direction. I knew then before answering, it would be me taking this last and final call from you. Now who will you run to?  

Woman we are not perfect, neither do we possess all the answers. We may never understand “WHY”, it had to happen. But count on this; a blind man can see a female with Tweety bird, thinking. A seeing man understands when he takes for granted; a good woman.

So, back to you and how far do rise? Above the  heartache you created over so many years. And who was there with no hesitation when that morning call came through? Then later who called with the worst news? When pride interferes with peace, people loose in  each other.  Now who will you run back and forth too, seeking in answers to be validated & rescued? 

On this last page of our life story, with no pun intended I buried the real truth once I heard it. The sad part is in a passage of time it would be the woman you love in your life to share with me their individual stories. Which I will keep buried. So now the truth is out. Because of you. And when u look into her eyes as a man u are, let her not be weary another day to see real joy in your face. Now that you have to face your faith in finding your own peace.


Unfortunately in trying to  heal in our pain we take it out on people who really care.  We take time for granted when we should be better at appreciating and communicating. Over  those morning cups of  ☕, with  whom we  grown in life with.

Because of our choices who is right or wrong? On one hand we wrestle in our hearts with whom we are lonely if not growing with, and the other we plead with God to show us how to be in love with  who is not communicating. If not we seek in our own directions, to fix one another to be happy with.  

Arthur Unknown-"Be kinder than necessary because everyone you meet is fighting some kind of battle"