Rain drops fall on
the window pane.
I am reminded of your tears.
I can't forget the way
they used to slide down your face.
Gliding down your lips
and tapering off on your chin.
As they drop I catch them
with my fingers.

I used to thank god for
your entire being
every day.
Now your tears are the only thing
I can remember.

I've always admired her writing.
She sums up her thoughts
in no more than 9 lines.
She reminds me less is more.
She helps me to remember:
Life is short.

So why do I still ramble?

She doesn't know it,
but I never appreciated the sentence,
            
                    "I love you."

That is until it came from her lips.

Red wine has stained my white shirt.
I mutter an explitive
and dab at it with a napkin.
"You're too funny"
She grins across the table.
I rarely see her like this.

She's happy; all her
teeth are lined in a semi straight
row.

"*******," I murmur.
She knows I'm joking.
I know she's joking.
Now all we do is fight.
I'm done with the fighting,
and I'm done with the yelling.

I long for the
night where you were truly
happy with me.

I've lost you, my love.
I've lost that beautiful
*smile

I once rubbed a crucifix to know
what it was like to be touched by Christ.
It wasn't warm.
He wasn't warm.
He was rusty metal.
A relic.
A man who has long since died.

One day that will be me.
A long lost artifact
Or photograph, that
will be stuffed in a drawer
next to a book and some condoms.

"You drink too much.
You smoke too much.
Why do you stay?"

I laugh as
I roll another cigarette.
I slip the paper filter in between
my lips, and
smile.

"I guess I have a death wish."

I light her up,
and puff away.
We'll be up long into the morning.

Your defensive atmosphere protects the world around you.
Lately I've felt like a stray satalite plummeting toward your earth and combusting upon impact.

It seems lately, you're forgetting why we started this in the first place. There's so many reasons why we do the things we do. The only reason the comes to mind for me doing the things I do for you, is my love for your being. I adore your forgetful, and sometimes frustrating ways.

When I tell you I won't forget you, I mean it no matter what happens, I will never forget that first kiss. The sun's position in the sky, the way our lips fumbled around trying to adjust to meeting each other. How could I forget the way that you made me feel on the drive home? And how could I forget the way you drifted into my thoughts and made my stomach do flips and flops.

If there is one thing I won't forget, it's you.