Out Of Place 12.13.11

OUT OF PLACE  12.13.11

A social butterfly I am not,

feel awkward making small talk.

Always have.

I put myself in situations that require it,

only to realize, yet again, it’s just not me.

Or is it?

I’d like to change but don’t know how.

It’s not new; it’s been around a long time.

It’s not because of where I am.

But I thought the second pass through the holidays

would be much easier.

But grief lingers in yet another variation.

The intensity is so much less.

But the emptiness, the loneliness,

well, let’s just say they don’t go away.

And the trip to New York the walk back through time

still lingers and reminds.

As the holidays do too, how to be cheerful, suck it up,

and put on a good face too.

Guess I’ve never been real good at that either

tend to be one who wears his emotions on his sleeve.

Some days feel heavy, some feel light.

May yours be light today and full of warm smiles

Give them away to make others smile.

It may just be the gift they need.

All My Love Always, Keith

If instead of a gem,

or even a flower,

we should cast the gift

of a loving thought

into the heart of a friend,

that would be giving

as the angels give.

George MacDonald