Snowflakes build on your eye lids, as we stare at one another. My thumb slowly settles along your cheek, hand behind your ear. I can feel your heart racing from your neck, as you

You nervously bite your lip. Your head tilts in as the moon creeps out from the cloud cover. Illuminating the tree line in the distance and casting our shadow on the pavement. We were a splash of paint on a endless canvas, but in that moment we were one. It wasn't long, but it will last forever in my thoughts. I'll still feel you when I'm 80 years old. Time may take my name but It will never take yours.

Finger tips along your cheek bone,
Candles light the room just like a cosmos.
But you can hear strangers dance as sounds echo from the next room.


But you still move, floating through. Your floating through, any moves. He makes his move. Now just move. Your waves are crashing through, with every move.

What I would give to be on that beach, laying on a blanket in the back of a beat up van. The doors wide open, watching the stars shoot across the open ocean. Taking in the smell of a small fire and the sea salt on your skin.

Your hands wrapped in mine, your head settling on my chest. Listening to the sound of breaking waves and crackling wood.
Soon dear,
soon.

If nothing else, I'm sure us broken few are destined for some beautiful disaster. How close we are to it? We will never know.

Lonely, just ain’t like it used to be. I guess I’ll settle for a bottle of whisky, if the day moves too slow.

Between the crashing waves, a mist of your face is carried into mine. The warmth of the sun was settling in the beads of sand, as it slowly emerged from the horizon. I remember wondering if I was sane enough to pull myself together in that moment.  The carousels of time were were spinning like a top and I was digging my hands in the sand bracing for the ride.

I guess the day has passed again, let's settle within the night my friend. Moonlight settles on my pale white skin, I'm watching for weak spots you still live within. Swirls of smoke dance around the ceiling fan, as your favorite song repeats again. Something about a bird that flew away, and how it's better off it stays that way.

I can no longer feel your ghostly hands.
I wish I could tell which one of us is disappearing.

Today I forgot to remember you again, your ghostly hands are fading.

It's tough remembering the little things, all the words that now settle in the cracks somewhere between here and nowhere. Your face is now nothing more then letters scrambled across these white pages, and the buttflies have froze waiting for your body heat.

If only I could conjure your ghost once more. One more kiss, one last goodbye.

A hand glides gently over the sand, a simple line separates the sea. The sky just mirrors its mass, as I watch it swallow the sun. A single light sits on the horizon line, but only visible amongst the stars.

Time has changed the way I view you,
I'm long past, falling in love with the thought of you.
Trying so hard to remember what your touch felt like,
Or trying to remember the sound of your laugh.
I've finally accepted letting you go.
I must say it played out differently plenty of times.
Like the image of the two of us slowing dancing in a feild,
While the sound of "There goes my baby" plays in the distance. We lock eyes one final time and gently loosen our grip on one another's hands. Your longing eyes and haunting smile grace me one last time. The music gets louder and louder, as we drift further into the brush.
Somewhere inside of the sadness I find acceptance,
I find the truth. The most extraordinary things are rare and usually don't last long. This is why these things change us forever.

You said to forgot you once that key turned in the door, stubbornly I choose to keep you close. No longer in arms reach, but tucked safely inside my heart. Sown into the fabric of every passing day. A place to retrace the steps that I never wanted to forget. Even now, that you have choose to not remember the feeling. I promise to never let the ambers go dark. I'll keep that warmth, and remember your soft embrace.

The world will never truly exist, if I'm without your lips.

The temptation in the peace of nature, pulls at the essence of each of us. Calling us home to lay beneath the stars and clear our minds.

I seen the cosmos within your eyes, along with all the possibilities. I could’ve lived a thousand times but none of it would matter without you.

I just want you to know that in that last life of ours, we weren’t wrong. I think we only scratched the surface, because I still feel you today.

It wasn't looks that we fell for, it was the emptiness inside one another. It felt good knowing that we had a place to fall.

I still talk to you, when I close my eyes, days fly by, nights take up all my time.

It should be a room covered with pages of poetry, one for every day that I've been in love with you. Scattered all across our sheets, the floor, and our dresser. The room should be softly lit, by white Christmas lights draped around the ceiling. It should be so intimate, that as you step inside, you should feel each word coming alive. Each feeling resurfacing, every kiss, and all my love.
Forever.

I need to trap the essence of your love somewhere between these white pages. So I can visit you whenever I want.

Staggering along the streets, just howling at the moon. I hope to hell you hear me, echoing through your room. Headlights on the move, I appear as they speed on.
Like how I knew your face, before you were gone. So I've been hiding out, I've got no coins left to throw.
Just a boy with tired eyes, and a ghoulish glow.

She’s walking alone on this particularly cold October night. Stopping occasionally to throw rocks into the near by pond. She has her ear buds in, she’s escaping. Music plays, as the cold air projects each breath. Life is about moments like this she thought, as the wind picked up and her bones ached beneath her chilled skin. It’s the world reminding us that’s it’s here, and that some people unfortunately will never be reminded of that again. She continues to walk as snow now begins to fall, and tree branches begin to shake. It’s a ****** moment she thought, but it’s still a moment. she decided to then lay down where she was standing. She happened to be on the third base of an old baseball field. The snow began to accumulate around her, covering the bases and glittering like a field of diamonds. Reminding her once again how beautiful even the small things are.

Your hands are like anchors around my neck, ebbing with every new wave.

I need to move, much like an old shoe to a rusted can. I'm wasting away here, desperately in need of different scenery.

She was sleeping soundly when I arrived back home, her hands tucked beneath her pillows, she would've been a perfect still. I woke her from the sea of dreams and she tight roped her way back to me.

I couldn't have come closer, to trying to feel something. But honey I am selfish man, my heart will never understand.

So I'll take a beer for breakfast, you take the car to work. Now I'm drunk and lonesome, although I'm not alone. So I try to call you but no answers the phone. You should probably ring the doctors, all of my happy pills are gone.

It slowly builds, all these gears forever turning. Speaking softly, so I don’t miss the important parts. Wipe the eyelash from your face, to break up the moment. Take a breath, remember times not infinite. Focus now, I think the room stopped closing in. Sweaty palms, searching hard for confidence. Line it up, inching closer to your cheek. Feel the warmth, coming gently off your limbs. Shake my thoughts, as I finally meet your lips.

The leaves around were falling, I felt the chill back in the air. The memories from the summer, have all but disappeared. You say you found a lover, someone who truly understands. But don't act like I'm gone, because I know that I'm still there.

I'm buried deep inside your late nights, when you're in your room alone. All the static from the TV, makes you wish you were back home. Laying warm beneath your blankets, my hand soft on your thighs.

You have never been so in love, but why does it still feel like something's wrong. How can the only one you hate still be the one who holds your heart.

With each loss a little light leaves your eyes, goodbyes have nothing to do with sunsets.

It's buried now, those things I promised not to forget. I finally cleaned the slate and with it my sense of touch. I remember wearing a stranger's shoe, as they kissed one another on a train one night. I felt them aging happily, wrapped in each other's warmth. Now I can't even feel my own, cold sheets now match a cold pillow. An occupied ship without it's captain, drifting an endless sea.

I rushed to sleep tonight, as the shadows cast along the darkened walls. I could feel your voice calling out to me, your breathing ever so close. The veil is passing, and you are almost back inside my arms.

There is no longer a need for sleep. My dreams now manifest in daylight. These white knuckles wrestle stars into one another against the morning sky. The vail of daylight slowly emerges. pushing your face back into the darkness. It’s never the version we want, this thing called love.

In the field, I felt the breeze chasing at our backs. As dandelion pedals danced captured in its waves. Your sun brushed skin was calling to the shade. Much like my eyes called to you.

My heart felt like a broken metronome, as I fumbled for the words. But your hands said it all, as your finger landed on my lips. My memories are leaving, but you will always remain.

There are days when the past feels like a vivid dream. Even completely gone people still feel within arms reach. In a constant ageless cycle they circle around in your thoughts, until they return. I tend to face these things after the sun is hidden away. A bottle of wine accompanied by hours of staring blankly at the ceiling. Every movement slowly in reverse, every goodbye lost with the untangling of hands. I do my best to focus on the blue of the sky or steadiness of the breeze. Anything at all to try and forget the perfection of your face.

It’s been another cold night, the once plentiful  firewood is becoming more scarce. The walk is getting so far, that I got lost again today. I almost didn’t find my way back. I moved out here to clear my head, but something tells me that revaluation may come too late. The crackling of the ice and water from the creek, are a welcomed symphony. The sounds calm my thoughts but the silence helps me focus. Each night I feel you clawing your way out, but I’m still not ready to part ways. Lagavulin, accompanied by a single shot glass. Sit positioned slightly to the left of the table, leaving the fire in full view. When the bottle is finished I will place this page into the flames, just as I did the day before. Una cicatrice d'amore, è la prova che hai amato.

How have I already fallen? I have never seen your face. I’m already aware of the weakness that your smile carries. Every night I feel you, tugging at the very strings of my dreams. A reoccurring vision, sitting on the top steps of union park. Hours of watching strangers in transit, feeling the vibrations of passing trains beneath my feet. All just hoping to feel your ghostly hands graze my shoulders again.

The smell of your perfume swirling closer to my heart with every nervous breath. If I could turn around fast enough maybe you wouldn’t be gone. I know I will eventually find you, somewhere in the slowing of this summers kaleidoscope.

I just want to be at your side when the stars finally decide to crash. 20,000 ft above the shore line, my hand resting over your shoulder. Watching the finale in matching jet black sunglasses.

Well I guess you were right again, I’m a black cloud that won’t let out. Circling just waiting for the flood. Nothing tangible inside this empty cage. An expressionless face, in transit forever at a snails pace. I really felt the spark this time around. Thought I found a place settle in, but that familiar wind came back around. Leaving me reaching for things I could never find. I don’t deserve the peace I’ve been seeking out, I don’t deserve the hands that have been reaching out. I’m heading back beneath the current now, hoping to shipwreck somewhere distant and quiet. A place to rewrite it all.

If I was able to call you, do you think the outcome would be the same. A change in your wedding dress, me in the isle on that day. I’ve been trying to shake things but lately the world just seems so dark. I know everyone’s hiding, the ghosts that tear them apart. I put it all on the surface, hoping the sun would reach my eyes. This room was too clouded, so tomorrow had no sky.

I wish we were back there, holding hands in the Berkshires’ breeze. The light of a fire, your shadow wrapping around me. The world didn’t feel so empty, when you were standing at my side. I reached out with both hands, but the calendar swallowed us inside.

Now I’m here at the lakeside, with a blanket and a bottle of cheap wine. I’m trying to kinder, the spirit that I know you left behind.
I’m just looking to hold her, and tell her what’s on my mind. Tell her I’m sorry, and that I love her, one last time.

Stars above
Someone take me there
Flying saucers
I hear are everywhere

Metal plates
Spinning freely in the night
Teleport me
Back inside your light