if only i could see what you see
to be where you have been
but you tell me i should not
the sights sour and sadden
the days dark and dusty
the nights are cold alone
in a wasteland of decay

there is no place for me
cleared from your mind there
i am not remembered
until i ask you to let me in
begging
breaking
beating
at the door you once held open
for me
freely
firmly

© 11 July 2009
Cynthia Ryder

boys on bikes blast past
sounds of the pipes linger
with loud pounding echoes
leaving dust exhaust drama
in dark wakes of leather
denim and sunglasses


© 8 July 2009
Cynthia Ryder

do i miss the idea of you
more than the physical you
the questions and thoughts
the place and the quiet
the essence of you
where in my mind
i can be with you
touching you
in ways that are not real
never physically were

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9 June 2009
Cynthia Ryder

tonight
waiting in my place
curled in a corner of space
allowing my self to feel
the empty surround of void
a powerless vacuum
that tells me where i am
that says it is the fate
for all that sit and wait

i refuse to go gently
into the quiet night
i refuse silently
shaking my head
to search for your soul
tonight

© 6 July 2009
Cynthia Ryder
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again today I address you
to say that you are my memories
reminds me of what you believe
your doubt from distance and time
your fear of being the forgotten

trust in these words, this line
i am here, i remember, i accept
i love, i desire, i do not regret

© 24 June 2009
Cynthia Ryder
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chain

a sensual audible "slishing"
of links slipping into line
sliding across my skin
cold steel capturing

© 31 May 2009
Cynthia Ryder
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new moon

i dream of you before the new moon
a waxing sliver of light in the night
marking another week without you
telling me of distance in time and place

yells heard from the kitchen
marks the end of the dream
wakes me to the reality of here
wish i was there wherever you are

© 26 May 2009
Cynthia Ryder

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