I am working the
kinks out of
my you tube
channel.

But, if you
search Thomas
W. Case on
you tube,
you can watch me
recite some of
my poetry.

Meanwhile,
autumn's feral winds
blow the beggars
from my mind.
I'm just a windmill's
dream, haunted by
a thousand empty
bottles.

Once you move on, this song will be yours
The memories I left behind will falter
Tomorrow will offer the same promise
To people deserving a love like yours

With each ephemeral second, you drift further
But, the right guy always appears closer
I wish you could see the wound inside me
But, I'm glad I could set you free

I see that the gems that are hardest to find
Are worth the journey after a while
I hope you find these words I left behind
I hope you get the guy, you always liked

i fell in love with a river
that never stopped moving
whether closer of further away

i've spent months without even
so much as a sip
how i've longed sleepless nights, lonely days

but just as the water
seems out of my reach
she simply returns on a whim

i can't say i'm sorry
when telling the story
of loving her over again