Work of Hearts

I Didn’t see you today Or hear you say, "Baby girl, I have a new song for you to play." All I could do was curl Up into a ball to sleep Hoping in my dream we’d meet, But your ghost didn’t make a peep Or snuggle me under my sheet. Saying goodbye would never be my choice. I miss you, you hold my heart. The ache of not hearing your voice Tears me apart. It hurts me that I can’t Hear what you have to say. I’d give anything to listen to you rant About the daily news today. You always put me in the best mood, Helped me focus and made me feel. We've shared so much gratitude, I still don’t think this is real! Thank you for being there for me, Now you’re quiet, forever gone. Is heaven like we imagined it to be? Grief paralyzes me, I can’t move on. S. Ambrose, 2022 For Josh (1977-2022)

Scratched and Scattered Soul I know I bring lovely light With me where I go. Grace always gives me insight, But I wonder if you know-- How I’ve torn off pieces of me To help others feel whole. How I’ve helped them feel free, Keeping my emotions in control. With great affection, I deeply see, feel, and am fully aware I’m depth in a shallow world of disconnection, Running out of pieces of me to share. I need more than a season To keep being the reason Someone lights up when they smile. S. Ambrose, 2022

See Me Whole In relationships people overthink Before they finish a blink Thinking how to upgrade New feelings that won’t fade The grass isn’t greener on the other side It’s green where the water hits the soul inside Real sparks can be found on this side or that When communication is something one works at Works through, works with-hand in hand I just can’t understand How sincere people are let go Because real love grows slow Everyone is in a race to a finish line Plucking fruit off a vine Before its ripped season Without meaningful reason I won’t settle for what doesn’t water my soul I’d rather lay on hot coal And feel something real Than try to live up to an unrealistic ideal Of what perfects connection I’m not perfection Just a work of art in progress That doesn’t want to guess What I mean to another heart Willing to rip mine apart I won’t settle for anything less Than what will undress My mind and heart first Because you can’t quench your thirst On something that fades Or creates b