Moments...
birth, death, celebrations...
life.
Moments.
How do you make peace with missing them?
Life is short.
Love is long...
long enough to cross oceans.
to connect me to the moments.
Absent is nonexistent,
because I carry you in my heart,
you're always with me.
And a piece of my heart is with you...
so that's peace.
Thursday, June 07, 2012
Thursday, May 24, 2012
Maybe.
Holy shit.
Just like a ton of bricks...
With my nose in a book, minding my own business,
And the memories flash before my eyes like the words on the page.
Could I have failed to realize?
The small gestures,
The reach for me.
All this time, I thought we both were too safe.
Maybe it was me.
Maybe the walls I built up left you feeling like you were on the outside.
Maybe your steps were hesitant,
But maybe I only spoke a good game
and never actually showed up ready to play.
I guess the lesson I learned isn't quite done being taught.
Just like a ton of bricks...
With my nose in a book, minding my own business,
And the memories flash before my eyes like the words on the page.
Could I have failed to realize?
The small gestures,
The reach for me.
All this time, I thought we both were too safe.
Maybe it was me.
Maybe the walls I built up left you feeling like you were on the outside.
Maybe your steps were hesitant,
But maybe I only spoke a good game
and never actually showed up ready to play.
I guess the lesson I learned isn't quite done being taught.
Wednesday, May 23, 2012
Lesson Learned
It's been years of safe play.
Moments of wow...
of maybe this is how,
it could be.
Of no one walking out on that limb.
It's been years of frustration
Wondering if I was just another pawn in your game of life.
Moments where you could cut the sexual tension with a knife...
and still,
that limb remained empty.
It's been years...damn
it's been years.
Years of too much,
Years of not enough...
But years still...and I think that says so much,
even if that limb is still empty.
The years have led to this,
to the possibility of an end.
And yet still, the end would begin the years of what if,
of what may have been,
had I took to that limb.
The years haven't prepared me for that.
But I'll accept it willingly,
in exchange for your happiness.
Moments of wow...
of maybe this is how,
it could be.
Of no one walking out on that limb.
It's been years of frustration
Wondering if I was just another pawn in your game of life.
Moments where you could cut the sexual tension with a knife...
and still,
that limb remained empty.
It's been years...damn
it's been years.
Years of too much,
Years of not enough...
But years still...and I think that says so much,
even if that limb is still empty.
The years have led to this,
to the possibility of an end.
And yet still, the end would begin the years of what if,
of what may have been,
had I took to that limb.
The years haven't prepared me for that.
But I'll accept it willingly,
in exchange for your happiness.
I have to admit it
In all my strength
I admit to weakness.
I admit to missing you.
Because the truth is, I do.
Maybe you represent so much loss,
so many repeats I don't want to make.
Maybe you represent so much of the goodness I saw in myself,
only through your eyes.
And now,
my visions cloudy.
I admit to weakness.
I admit to missing you.
Because the truth is, I do.
Maybe you represent so much loss,
so many repeats I don't want to make.
Maybe you represent so much of the goodness I saw in myself,
only through your eyes.
And now,
my visions cloudy.
Monday, April 16, 2012
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