When Half of You Is Gone

I knew you reached your destination
When I couldn’t breathe,
My chest tight and fighting me
Sharp, jagged, painful.
You would only be gone five days
Only a few hours away
This was not supposed to affect me so deeply
Bother Me,
Unnerve me,
Stop me from breathing
So I continue to work
Smiling,
Talking,
Laughing,
Then I pause to take a break
Tears start falling
Unwanted, unasked for
I am unable to stop them
Hide them,
Hold them in.
You will only be gone five days
Only a few hours away
This is not supposed to affect me so deeply
But it does
And it has only been four hours.

B.J.H.
06-21-1014

Sleepy Shadows

Sleepy shadows
Take Me home
Back to the quiet of the forlorn
I will dance in midnight meadows
Alone with moonlight and my sleepy shadows
living life is much to hard
Facing reality will leave you with scars
So I will dip in darkened streams
And I will fly on dark blue wings
My sleepy shadows take me home
To the quiet world of the forlorn.

B.J.H.
02-20-2003

Hiding

A kiss
My sigh
That look
Goodbye
Not worth it
I know
Alone
You must go
Vodka
And tears
Heartbreak
It’s here
A kiss
My sigh
That look
Goodbye
No reason
No reply
Just kiss me
Goodbye
I’ll see you around
Hiding my frown

~┬ęB .J. H. ~ 11.23.05

Courting Melancholia

I have been watching my small patch of sky for hours
Steel gray clouds enshroud this cold September morning
And I, A sleepless poet
Mourn the brilliant stars that shared Cancer’s waning moon
only hours ago.
Melancholia has been courting of late,
An old lover I had left years ago,
I have refused his advances
But Winter is coming and my Ocean is so far away.

B.J.H.

09/29/2013

Goodbye Virginia Beach

I generally don’t explain my poems but this one tugs for explanation. I wrote this the last time I would be at my special spot on the sand, where I had been inspired to write for the past year, I looked at that shore where so many memories were made, where so many poems were born . The place I sent my dear friends mementos on a voyage over the waves under an October Dark Moon.
So as I sat there and all I could do was cry. I Neptune’s daughter could not write. I knew when left this shore I would loose a part of my soul. So now on to the unedited words I wrote that could not capture my goodbye to Virginia Beach

~ I am shivering in April
sitting here on the beach
Slack jawed
Words in my frustrated tears
I sit beside the boy with the shadowed eyes
He does not know I am terrified
December comes to early.”

B.J.H.
April 2013