Time falls

sideways

And 

moments

play in

reverse

but if 

I may 

JUST

say

One

word

Goodbye.

He was everything 

I ever needed

more than I had wanted

and filled my skies

with shades of reds and blues

that I never thought 

myself worthy of. 

And one day

He became 

my home. 

Sinking.

A stillness fills this quiet home
but outside the wind rips
the world apart.

We stay
in fear
that the wind
will take us
-that the outside
world
will hurt us.

I want to say
that I am not
afraid

but Lord knows
I would be a liar
if I did.

I am terrified
and
from the looks of you
you are too.

And I think that is
okay.
Just, okay.

It's not perfect.
It's not great.


But if the choices are
to sink or swim,
I'd gladly choose
to float along
until the current
pulls me under
that the sink
without purpose.

There is this picture
in my mind
-maybe a memory
-maybe a dream

The cool air smells fresh
like fresh water
and green grass

There's this meadow
with a stream running through
Trees lining the perimeter
but their limbs
bowing out 
shading me

Through the trees
the sky is blue
but I'm blinded
by the golden sun,
the rays dancing off
the green leaves.

The grass is tall
and sharp
but I lay there
listening to the
quiet stream.

Flowers in full bloom
engulf  me
drowning me
in my lost innocence.

Peace flows through
my itching veins
like a drug
and I seemed to have
overdosed.

-I will return
to the Earth
from where I came. 

On Moving

Anxiously waiting 

to feel something

-anything

aside from the 

cold breeze

that tears

through the 

swaying trees.

Watching the train 

charging forward 

without restraint 

-knowing that

it will roll me over

utterly destroying

the self-constructed

shell I call 

home.

I cannot help 

but wonder

if this 

-if just this-

is what 

love

has 

done 

to

me.

 

~

I whisper 

through clenched eyes and quivering teeth,

Goodbye.

See you next time. 

~

The seeing glass

shatters between my hands.

What was the saying again?

Everything falls apart.

Within the depths of night
The fear holds me prisoner.
-I am awfully tired.

I don't
believe
in perfection.

I just
don't.

What I do believe in
is this moment-
this here.
This now.

The look
in your eyes.
The feeling of
your skin
against mine.

-I wasn't so sure
what love was
until
I had to live
without.-

Each
and every
time I see you
it is like a
journey
through time.

To when
we first
met.
To when
we will
eventually
depart.

But when
we are together
It appears
that we are
one

-perfect-