when the story ends
all the highlights told
life still goes on
the everydays
the good and the bad
repeat repeat
shadows grow longer
love grows deeper
or maybe love fades
happy ever after
sad thereafter
sometimes one
sometimes the other
when the story is written
on the pages
the life is left
to the imagination

©A. D. Joyce, 2018

these poems fall from the stars
with the weight of gravity
even when i am in despair
words never leave me

©A. D. Joyce, 2018

throwing pebbles
into the ocean
at midnight
water approaches
higher
higher.
floating
drifting away
falling asleep

©A. D. Joyce, 2018

it has been a while
so i walked into the den
of a psychic reader
she had cozy chairs
a plush cushioned bench
and a short-haired cat

i sat down on the bench
next to the cat
who had tan and gray
patches on his back
ears dipped in black ink
white legs and belly
i could feel energy and electricity
pass between us
we were instant friends

the psychic read me
prodding my soul
for points of entry
accurately picking at a few scabs
and dumbfounding me
with some empty straws
when it was all said and done
she finally decided i needed to spend
half a grand on a spiritual cleansing

wordlessly
the cat said
you don’t need that

i know
i telepathed back
even as I verbally implied to the psychic
on my way out the door
that i would consider it

©A. D. Joyce, 2018