Crushed Leaves

The heights of existence

Leave no room for resistance

I hear you say

But I don’t agree

Personal hearts wrapped in love

Are packages without delay


But packages in the mailroom of my heart

I lost the key and it’s my fault

I thought I desired approval

With your stamp of love

And signature

But I see the removal


Is it my fault or the fault of you?

I cannot choose

Please come over

Or have dinner with me

I miss your affirming eyes

But your yes changes like a October


I just want love

Is that enough?

I guess it starts with me

I see falling leaves in your eyes

Not with a celebratory feel

But crushed leaves in the mire of a past story


I guess it starts with me

I must move on fully

Like a full fleshed out moon

When I find my key

I won’t give up

I’ll make room

(C) Carly Wiggins December 2024

Dusty Road

You say it’s ok
But I want to believe you
You say you love me
I want to receive it too


But I come from a dusty road
Some trees along the way
Offering support
But some decided not to stay


The clock has stopped
So I can’t see
How long been low on gas
The loss of time perplexes me


The gas isn’t my life expectancy
But fuel of hope
What started as destiny
Quickly lost its wide scope


I know others have dusty roads
But mine seems so dry
I choose stick shift to experience life
But you question why


I try to stop asking why
I’ll keep driving
Where the rubber meets the road
Where it’s ok my history was my striving


(C) Carly Wiggins May 2022