When I was six
I looked up to you
Such love in my voice,
"I want to fly daddy."
So I glued a few feathers
To one of your shirts
I swung my arms as hard as I could,
"Get away from me child."
When I was thirteen
I started to fear you
"I have to fly daddy."
So I took a few pills
My boyfriend slipped me
"These will make you high"
But they didn't daddy.
You just called me a failure and drank with Jack
But now I'm fifteen dad.
And I'm tired of you.
So I stand at the top of this precipice
And  swing my arms like a six year old
" Hey Daddy.
I can fly"

I wonder about the boy on the park bench
He sit's on the left- I on the right,
We sit in silence waiting for our rides to arrive.
I worry that he won't be there one morning
I've developed an attachment to him.
I've noticed his scrapes and scars
and I think he's noticed mine.
It was Sunday morning,
we sat together,
no buses to take or
time to keep
But closer than usual
Our breath clouds the freezing air around us
We sip alcohol from our coffee mugs
Our lips locked, bodies steamed.
I think I am in love with
The boy on the park bench.

She isn't the girl she used to be
The sparkle is gone from her eyes
She plasters on a smile each morning
and let's lose so she can cry every night
Her voice is still smooth and beautiful
But the words that sings to drift herself to sleep
are deep and painful.
Sometimes I swear I hear her
voice picked picked up by the wind
Whispering apologies through my window
I'll never understand why she left me
But I know she's been sending me glimpses of heaven
every time I remember her.
When I think of the moments that we shared
I start to feel like I have her back in my arms
But now the memories start to fade and so do I.
Without her
I am
Nothing.