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.

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.

Creeping up beside you, there is a feeling of complexity.

Hello, it’s nice to meet you.

Not quite what you expected.

Do you wish your days were numbered

Like the boring license plates

You watch pass you on the highway

Feeling like things make sense

Because you’re so focused

On where you’re going –

Where you’ve been going the whole time

But this one-way street has been reconstructed

You can turn off anytime

Just look at the Polaroid

Hanging from your visor

Trace the outline of a new route with your finger

Leave the map

Crumpled on your back seat

Where the wind blows the ashes of your half smoked cigarette

And look to the sky as daylight fades

Turn down the radio

So you can listen to the waves

As your heart beats in tune with the pulls of the tide

Stare up at the stars

And breathe deeply.

Pick up the map

And find me.

My life is open like a wallet snatched by a pick pocket

And empty to his dismay, he looks around

Sees me staring at the ground

At a picture in the puddle

Of my only memory

On the cobblestone streets near the cathedral

My reflection distorted by the dips between stones

Dirty rain water painting of this face I used to know

I am alone.

Quiet and hungry

No words to unfold me

I seek satisfaction in the stench of the city

Brought about by the hobos and mopeds

These are the days I most often recall

And there is some kind of peace I can find

In these moments

That feel so tragic but utterly truthful

I have not figured out how to love you

But I continue to try

I continue to learn

And ask questions to the stars.

The possibility of loving you is tremendous

But I cannot love you.

You are the shadow on a wall that I seek at sunrise

My fingertips can touch the surface,

But they cannot grasp your entirety.

You are all things beautiful

And I understand the complication

Of seeing you the way I do,

In awe.

In a moment of tranquility,

The stars grant me an answer to my endless inquisition –

You cannot love me.

And so, I have learned to love you wholly,

Enough for both of our hearts.

Shells crack on the side of the frying pan

Yolks dance across the heated surface

And you’re still asleep.

The sun begins to peek its way through

The clouds

And your arms are outstretched above your head.

I can’t hear it from the kitchen,

But I can feel your sigh satisfaction

From a good night’s sleep

As you slowly turn over

And nestle yourself back in the sheets.

The toaster pops

And the kettle whistles,

Reminding me of all the reasons I love you.

Seedless rye

And chai tea,

Every Sunday for the past three years

So many things change…

But never that.

We’ll always have our breakfast in bed.

I’ll crack a joke on the side of the road

A smile dances across your face

And I’m still dreaming.

The world begins to spin

Out of control

And my arms are outstretched

Like a young child dizzy on the playground.

You can’t hear it from where you’re standing

But my heart is beating faster

from the adrenaline rush

as I quickly hit the ground

and fall back to sleep.

The alarm clock sounds

And the morning birds chirp

Reminding me of all the reasons I love you.

Waking up to kisses

And the scent of your body…

Everyday for the past three years.

So many things change…

But we’ll always have

Our breakfast in bed.