the house next door makes me
sad.
both man and wife rise early and
go to work.
they arrive home in early evening.
they have a young boy and a girl.
by 9 p.m. all the lights in the house
are out.
the next morning both man and
wife rise early again and go to
work.
they return in early evening.
By 9 p.m. all the lights are
out.

the house next door makes me
sad.
the people are nice people, I
like them.

but I feel them drowning.
and I can't save them.

they are surviving.
they are not
homeless.

but the price is
terrible.

sometimes during the day
I will look at the house
and the house will look at
me
and the house will
weep, yes, it does, I
feel it.

They say there's plenty other flower
But you're the one that matter
Should i want another?
This flower meant more than a lover

The last few petals are still there
Making it hard for me to stare
Inevitable, i still care
But who's to say all is fair

You fought well hard & true
I guess i did so, too
I'm trying to save you, really i do
Tulips are weak, like us two.


**Svelte Rogue, ACS

I remember the look of guilt as she spoke of all the men who came into her life, leaving her with just another hole.

Her eyes finding anything but mine she showed me every scar from every midnight stitch, all her attempts and the pieces that wouldn’t fit.
Love, perfectly imperfect all your gaps only let the light through and surely space for me to fit into you.
I’m beyond ripped, a man left in tatters, pieces given and lost all the same,
Darling Dear if it helps you feel better, all these broken bits I’ll gather and give, anything to have what’s left of me with you.

“Look a shooting star”

“I think that one is just a plane, it’s all the same though, just metal and wishes.”

“I wonder who’s will come true.”

Sitting here with imagined chances and you, I’d bet mine. “I don’t know, hopefully, the one who wished to land.”

To whom it may concern,
it may not be important to tell you that between your walls I found my happiness in life
but I'm sure I left some behind,
as you have begun to refill the space, be sure to throw it out, happiness doesn't have the best shelf life.
Although my books are no longer on the shelf I hope you left up, my lessons, still are scattered across,  
forty minutes is too long to bake salmon in the kitchen,
that the lanai is best for midnight wine and a smoke,
and how these walls are no longer home when sleeping alone.
When replacing all you throw out be sure to leave no room for those days.

Also the lanai shade sticks.