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Poems by Brian Graystone


Brian Graystone

Published on
page 27 of Tarot #3
(Dec 2021)

Alone in the night, tears trickle down my face
as I reach out to that empty space.
Gone is the first true love of my life
to a place I cannot yet go.
Now alone with much regret,
I can no longer say the things I would like to say,
nor do the things I would like to do
that made her happy.
Yet still some nights I lie awake,
thinking of how it was.
Of how we used to laugh and play,
of vacations taken in distant lands.
The joy of just being together,
the pain when we loudly disagreed.
Many years, they will pass;
the pain might ease away.
So I will try to live what is left of my life
and live it as best I may.

Should have, could have

Brian Graystone

Published on
page 58 of Tarot #3
(Dec 2021)

When your home is empty, and the ones you loved have gone.
All you have left are memories of the family you were never near.
Will you blame yourself for all the hurt you caused?
Of all the “could have’s, should have’s” that you missed:

You should have been a nicer person.
You could have shown her more love.
You should have listened to her more.
You could have heard what she had to say.
You should have paid more attention to her needs.
You could have helped around the house more.
You should have told her how nice she looks.
You could have said how pretty she is.
You should have spent more time with your son.
You could have taught him right from wrong.
You should have stayed at home more weekends.
You could have missed a few games.
You should have said no more drinks for me.
You could have gone home sober.


Or, will you blame her for not letting you have your fun,
When you really know it’s all your own fault.

Precious Love

Brian Graystone

Published on
page 27 of Tarot #1
(Dec 2020)

Strong winds rip across open water, large waves crash upon the shore.
Sombre clouds fill the sky, heavy with the stormy rain to come.
Close by my window, watching the gathering storm,
echoing the downcast feelings running through my mind.
Harsh thoughts rush about my mind, though no bad deeds have I done.
Ask my love to hold me tight to drive these fears away.
My love did gently take my hand, clasped her arms around me close,
and eased my aching mind.

My love, she is the rock on which my very being stands.
She is the foundation on which to build my hopes.
My love for her knows no bounds, she owns my very soul.
Together down this path of life, both hand in hand we walk.
The future we cannot know, but together, to the end, we will go.
My most precious love and me.