Olivia

i remember
how we
would sit
at DeAnza Hotel
and listen
to Darryl sing
by the fire;
and we would
request
our favorites
and toast
The Season,
the times,
our hope,
our joy,
our zest for love
and life.
i have been told
that i expect too much
from people;
i might agree:
being weak
inconsistent
but wanting more
from others.
i am alone now;
no balloons
no flowers,
no California,
and
no love.

Linda Tauhid
12/20/14

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s