The years went by so fast, she said
Something with his stomach
Common problem for the big guys like me
The fireworks we watched from the jutting rock
Blocked shooting stars and myths in sky
But all I saw were big brown eyes
Speckled sweet with honey
I mourn in silent solitude
In a cramped chair
On a bus
Full of coworkers
Families waiting with nervous needy children
Expecting smiles of anticipation
Aching knees hurt half as much as smallest scrap of heart
Tonight I will weep for him after the children are in bed
I stopped believing
In god
When he started taking all my
Best friends
Away