Tuesday, March 5, 2013
familiar faces in stranger places
I see your face in the strangest of places. Why does it haunt me still?!
From my tumblr feed, to random pictures my friends posts. Sometimes even when I am out getting coffee. I will randomly see fragmented pieces of what I recognize as your face.
I know you may think it strange, but I really do see your face. I was out putting gas in my car, I looked over and saw I young man getting out of his car. I looked over to the passenger seat, only to see your face looking back at me. Instantly choking back the excitement from my face, I realized it was not you, but a total stranger, who by mere coincidence looked a lot like you when you used to look at me with love in your eyes.
See, that look you would give me was so uniquely you. from your wry smile to your facetious nature.
See this happens all the time and it saddens my heart that you're no longer near.
I wonder if you ever see my face in the strangers that you meet?
Perhaps we've lived so many lives together, that now we must be apart. But I long for your touch. I long for your embrace. Seeming distant and aloof on the surface; I could never let you know that you have me under your spell, but if you touch me one time, you'll see me reappear.
Monday, March 4, 2013
Bittersweet Goodbyes
Goodbyes have never been good to me.
Sometimes, my heart is pained with the thought of saying goodbye to people I care for. Why must I be plagued with such emotion?
On my last day at the office, I was stricken with such grieve, to such an extend that I could not bare to vocalize the words to anyone I worked with. Very few people knew of my separation from the project and even less people wished me a fond farewell. I remember walking into the building.. heading straight to the 5th floor, quietly exiting the elevator and making my way to the PMO office. I quietly placed my belongings at the desk of one of the coordinators. I remember looking up, saying hello and turning to make a run for it. However, One person specifically called out to me and said, "what kind of a goodbye is that?" I turned to face him and walked toward him. I remember my words were short with the bravest smile I could muster. I wished everyone success in their roles and to rest knowing that I was taken care off.
See, it would have broken my heart to say that despite knowing my circumstance, I was unsuccessful in securing placement on another project. So I concocted a story that I had something on the horizon. And while this was true at the time. The reality is that things fell through.
Today, I find myself on the unemployment line, looking for work. Like many other people, trying to secure employment. All I really want, is employment with an organization that will know how to utilize my skills.Somehow, this feels like I am asking for too much.
Confident in my skillset, I am comforted knowing that I can achieve it, I can gain employment with a firm that will have a proper place for me within their structure.
Sometimes, my heart is pained with the thought of saying goodbye to people I care for. Why must I be plagued with such emotion?
On my last day at the office, I was stricken with such grieve, to such an extend that I could not bare to vocalize the words to anyone I worked with. Very few people knew of my separation from the project and even less people wished me a fond farewell. I remember walking into the building.. heading straight to the 5th floor, quietly exiting the elevator and making my way to the PMO office. I quietly placed my belongings at the desk of one of the coordinators. I remember looking up, saying hello and turning to make a run for it. However, One person specifically called out to me and said, "what kind of a goodbye is that?" I turned to face him and walked toward him. I remember my words were short with the bravest smile I could muster. I wished everyone success in their roles and to rest knowing that I was taken care off.
See, it would have broken my heart to say that despite knowing my circumstance, I was unsuccessful in securing placement on another project. So I concocted a story that I had something on the horizon. And while this was true at the time. The reality is that things fell through.
Today, I find myself on the unemployment line, looking for work. Like many other people, trying to secure employment. All I really want, is employment with an organization that will know how to utilize my skills.Somehow, this feels like I am asking for too much.
Confident in my skillset, I am comforted knowing that I can achieve it, I can gain employment with a firm that will have a proper place for me within their structure.
Sunday, March 3, 2013
Saturday, March 2, 2013
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