Ever since you've been gone
I feel you are a ghost making home in my mind, my heart and my soul
I've tried to tell myself it will get better over time
But if it would, why do I think of you...
And hear your voice speak to me in every song

Why do I feel you when the night wind tangles through the pines and my hair

Why do I see you when I close my eyes and in every dream you are looking at me

Like i wish you still were

If the only place I can be with you is in my forever dreams then I will accept that peacefully

But I'd love to live one more night with you under the stars
laughing and pondering the vast universe painted above us

But I know those days are over,
And you are long gone.
And I, am long gone in your memory
I am not a thought in your mind, nor do I even subside in your dreams.

I guess
You could say you broke my heart
But thank you.
I was a little too naive then
I know now that
Words
Don't define feelings
Feelings
don't define relationships
And relationships don't define
You

At the round earth’s imagined corners blow
Your trumpets, angels, and arise, arise
From death, you numberless infinities
Of souls, and to your scattered bodies go,
All whom the flood did, and fire shall, overthrow,
All whom war, dearth, age, agues, tyrannies,
Despair, law, chance, hath slain, and you whose eyes
Shall behold God, and never taste death’s woe.
But let them sleep, Lord, and me mourn a space,
For, if above all these my sins abound,
’Tis late to ask abundance of Thy grace,
When we are there. Here on this lowly ground
Teach me how to repent; for that’s as good
As if Thou’dst sealed my pardon, with Thy blood.

my heart alights like a glow stick whenever I see you
yet,
glow sticks must break to achieve their fluorescence
and a glow stick last only if for a night

a slight in our daily schedule
a slip in the synchronicity
a slur in spoken word

until they are left behind, the carcasses of the party

as you elapse into adulthood
and I relapse in this primeval state of living

what will it be like without you walking my hallways of thought?
as one has harbored themselves like a hermit in my ribcage
will the pressure of you be relieved with your passing?

or will the infinite ache
of those who have been driven apart by circumstance
fill the hole in my chest?

he blinked, he smiled, he looked like the sky
so blue, yet new, the highest intensity of hue
I lived inside the blackest silence for so long
now everything lights up like a love song