The newspaper hit the door
at six sharp.
The birds talked amongst themselves,
about how their nights were.
The sun pried my shades apart,
and crawled from my ear to my eyelids
and sizzled them with heat.
“Wake up.”
I igonored the sun,
I rolled over,
towards her pillow.
Empty.
Gone.
Lost.
This woke me up,
much to the sun’s dismay.
Thinking to last night,
driving home,
arguing;
honestly, I don’t remember
what for,
or why
it was so important,
that I had to be so right.
I made her cry,
ruined her make-up,
on our anniversary.
We never got to dinner,
to the ballet or most
importantly,
back home.
She ran out,
and I drove off.
Couldn’t swallow
my pride,
and where has it gotten me?
Perhaps to a good place,
where I can step back and see,
how much she means to me.
I can’t win every time,
nor can she.
That’s why it’s called a
relationship.
I give,
she gives,
we live.
Today I’m starting over.
I’m putting her ahead of me.
I don’t need to always be right,
she won’t always be wrong;
I hope she’ll forgive me,
cause I’m dying now that she’s gone…
Not by choice,
I’m gonna miss his voice.
The way he rocked me to sleep,
and held me when I’d weep.
His gentle hand was always there
for me,
Whether it be to push me on the swing-set,
or pushed me to strive harder in
everything I’ve done.
Putting it into words,
hurts.
I’d rather be laughing and smiling,
about always having you there.
But I’m not going to be able to
anymore.
Hopefully, I’ll make it home
in time,
to hold you in my arms
when you leave,
as you did,
when I arrived…
I wonder if she knows,
the feelings I have for her;
behind her back,
around our friends.
I think I keep them hidden
well enough,
not to give it away,
yet.
The time is drawing near though,
when I won’t be able to hold it back.
The words will flow,
from my lips,
hoping to find their way,
into her heart…
I’m here for you,
my love.
I always have been,
and always will be;
waiting for you and your
arms to embrace me again.
I know you’ve traveled far,
and the hands of time are
moving,
faster than we want them to;
trying to find a hole
in our love.
Keep me in your dreams,
as you in mine,
and our hearts will
lead us back
together anew and
you’ll have the love
from your thoughts,
in your arms once more,
if you wait for me…
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…in hand,
as we were when we were younger;
carefree.
Along the trail we walked so many
times;
lost in one anothers eyes,
creating, believing, showing,
craving
one another until the day had stopped,
and we found ourselves
lost again,
but in each others dreams.
…with you,
back to when we hadn’t worried
about what we didn’t have,
but how we were blessed,
with what we did;
away from the arguments,
the fighting, the bickering,
the crying, the lying,
the hiding, and the
leaving.
…back to last summer,
after too many years;
longing, missing,
searching, hoping.
we found each other,
renewed;
so much easier to talk
through the small problems,
now;
thanks for finally listening,
and understanding.
It’s nice to be forever
yours again,
finally.
…instead.
as she’s done nothing,
but give me what I’ve always
dreamt,
cared for me like I was the only
one on earth,
and believed in me,
like I do in You;
but if someone must go,
please take me away,
and let MY angel
breathe another day…
It had been hidden;
behind walls,
locked doors,
for so long.
Stepped on, smashed,
dumped
and broken too often to
keep tabs.
It hurt too much,
everytime
love was on the line,
to let someone touch,
what I needed to be mine.
I let my guard down,
you broke the walls down,
knocked the doors down,
and picked my heart up off
THE ground!
I didn’t mean to let you in,
but now that you’re here,
maybe you could stay a while.
All I ask you, of my heart,
to take good care-
you’re the newfound heir-
of a love I swear
will be there.
You stole my heart
from a place I never
wanted it to see;
but you’ve rescued it,
and put it in the place,
it was always meant to be…
The moon lights the lake,
from the dock,
clear, cloudless.
Stars sparkle on the water,
calm, smooth.
A ripple is made
by a tear,
from her face,
that I created;
ruining the
beauty and perfection,
of the crystal clear blue,
and the love we were meant to have…
Put a blanket on the window,
to keep the sun from
telling us to stop holding
one another, and to face the day.
Hit the snooze to give us,
just nine more minutes
of living in the lap of love
so deep that the sun will
HAVE to leave us alone.
It won’t be able to find us,
as our eyes close again,
not for sleep,
but for the passion
we’re creating
by the love we’re making…
Your fingers walk it.
From my arm pit,
down along my side
crawling, slowly,
tickling.
You’re almost asleep,
so am I.
The voyagers take a
nap here and there, but
continue
to my hip,
slide over to my stomach
to dance for a spell;
circles.
Up, back, zig zag,
traversing past my breasts,
to my neck,
palming my cheek bone,
caressing my ear.
This is the point where I’ll
either get a good
night kiss, or,
as I hope,
you’ll take another lap… 
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