Sunday, February 21, 2010

Here I sit with a hundred questions in my head
But none in my heart.
The facts are blurred but the feeling is clear –
You are my love.

Each passing day disturbs me a little more
Fills me with nervous wonder,
Musings of why you have not called or come by

I am a shell –
Sleeping as much as possible to eliminate these difficult days from my memory

“Where is she?” I ask myself –
I am lonely and feeling broken
Longing for your touch,
The antidote for instant relief

For now,
There is no remedy -
Reality is pain
And all consuming at that.

Friday, February 13, 2009

the moon rises quickly over your left shoulder
as twilight blues begin to darken,
and all I can see is the silhouette of your body
leaning on the balcony as I look out the door

the night air wraps around you
as tiny gusts pass through the door like van gogh's brushstrokes
swirling silently, engaging my senses
I imbibe every bit of your being.

let me be your greatest love
the kind that does not wander
but speaks truthfully of all things in your presence.

let me have the passion of a child
the kind that is not blinded by reality
but holds on tightly to the beauty of each moment

let me listen to your heartbeat
the rhythmic thumping contained within you
that seeks a bending ear

beat by beat,
tell me of your quiet desires
and the unanswered questions that plague you

show me your simple smile
that lingers in your complex eyes

and let me be your greatest love
the kind that does not wander.

Saturday, January 17, 2009

The pages of my favorite book
Are stained with coffee
But without those stains
I believe I would feel empty

It reminds me of a time when
We were together
Eating breakfast
On Sunday morning
And while I read silently at the table
You chortled at the hilarity of the comic strips
Which you adoringly called “the funnies”
Just because your grandpa did…

Sifting between the words I was reading
Were thoughts of how I wanted to capture
The ambient noise, at that exact moment,
And keep it with me, forever.

The pages of the paper turning,
The clink of your coffee mug against the wooden table
And your laughter.

Monday, November 10, 2008

Let's be quiet like the midnight
that sits outside our window --

Buzzing neon shop signs take the place of words
that we will not speak to one another.
We will exclude ourselves from the chaos
of the city as we sit down to dinner
and no voice, whisper or otherwise will penetrate
the hollow, hushed tone between the walls of this apartment.

Let's be beautiful like the midnight moon
that shines through our window --

Covering up the chipped paint on the wall
with silhouettes of our bodies entwined,
we will exclude ourselves from the responsibility
of adulthood and cautious decision making
and no one, elder or otherwise will tell us
that we don't deserve to be reckless and happy
in this silent, unpredictable hour.

Wednesday, October 29, 2008

Do you love me
in a way that only time can tell?
Something like the love of a season...
the routine changes never hurt us
but the blizzards buried me
and the summer rain was only magical for so long.

Standing beneath the sky with my mouth open
trying to catch the snowflakes
trying to hold on
but you begin to choke
swallowing each delicate memory

I used to bathe in the sunlight
shadows that danced across the blacktop
and your smile

Sweet like raspberries
I remember your kiss
but now we're out of season.
these love songs don't make me think of you
but god i wish they would
because lyrics about the stars in the sky
are perfect for a time like this

i can't listen to these love songs
and think about your eyes
but if i could you'd know it
when i breath deeply and sigh

listening to your heart beat
and the stairs creak as you walk into the kitchen
it's moments like these that the love songs forget to mention

sun flare on the power lines
and twenty minutes of silence as i drive
just to come to my senses
and think about all the times
these love songs made me think of you

now how strange it is to think of someone new.