You know all those songs you introduced me to?
All those songs we used to listen to together?
I still listen to them today
Even though you're long gone and I'm still stuck in the quicksand of our love.
It hurts, but it's okay.

The memories flood back to me and
I welcome them all wholeheartedly.
For it reminds me of better days
Where the blue from the oceans stood out more
The crimson hues of the sunsets painting your very being
Where your onyx eyes bore far away
Past me and our galaxies.

And I always asked you, 'what do you see?'
And although you never really told me I still thought it was perfect for it was so worthy of your attention.

Now that that's all over and you've blown yourself away like the sand on the rocks
I can't help but wonder though.
Amidst the waves you sailed away from me by
During the thunderstorms you know I sent you
Did you ever look back to me
To us?

The  large  Ash  tree  in  my  garden.
I  thought  it  was  dead.
I  told  everyone  it  was  dead.
Now  It's  suddenly  sprang  to  life.
Very  late  though  nearly  end  of  May.

Keith  Wilson.  Windermere.  UK.  2016.

You are the
        window
              to my pain
  Cloudy with
            no chance of clarity
      I can see
               how far
away you are
                    Out of focus,
           still hurting me
                      *so easily

They fall . . . gold ,

         bronze . . . copper . . . and brass

Jeweled like glass

         'n emerald . . . ambered . . . and rubied

The days of my life

         fall autumned . . .

               sudden . . . and fast

I like you, its no more than that
Its not like Im obsessed
Ive just fallen in like
Like of you and everything you do

Here I am again
Just a friend
I don’t know how to escape my mind
Im going deaf
From the thoughts of you
In my head

I wont escape
I cant escape
Ill never escape

Ill wait here for you
until the sky isn’t blue
until I fade from you
until my eyes confuse
everyone else from you
Ill be here til' the end
or atleast until I change my mind again

I don’t think its too much to ask
if you’ll raise your glass
to us
all of us
in the zone
filled with “just friends" and our bones
to pick
with them
the ones who threw us in here
til’ the end