Norb Aikin

Depew, New York, USA

Writing's been my hobby for ten years, the last four being the most intense. Now 22, I'm mature enough as a writer and person to handle any situation adequately. I've been published by the National Library of Poetry. I have several notebooks containing my works, solely for personal release. Fame and publicity are secondary to my heart, thoughts and emotions. My poetry is the closest anyone will get to knowing the real me. Of all my influences, I'm most thankful for my life. Thanks to my friends and especially my family. Your love and support is greatly appreciated and reciprocated.

Empty Chair

As alone as two can be
when they're together,
separately felt.
A glance is thought to say so much
but yet is not enough
to cover the miles apart perceived
at opposite ends of a couch
only a kiss could reach.
Such a lonely, vacated space
that we both silently long to fill
but are too afraid.
Equaled in size only in our hearts
and able to be filled
only by each other
in much the same fashion,
one kiss to bridge the gap.

Back Door

Outside that back door
is a personal statement.
Leave it alone.
Now because I have a home I can look out
and see that life has a whole new meaning.
There are leads
to places we've never seen
but this door
is a bridge to a past
that lingers only to serve
as a reminder of where one comes from.
I want to go back
but my better judgment gets the best of me.
You can't always relive the past
and expect things to work out the way you want them to.
Foreshadowing is not an option
but hindsight is a great companion
of today-
tomorrow's past.
When you can look back,
out that back door,
and say next time you'll know better
without having to open it
then you will know
the roads ahead will lead to something positive and worthwhile.