I miss our was , our nevers and nots
And our mornings in between
When the clutches of our bed don’t seem so bad
And single shirt of mine was enough to stave your chill
As I grasped your face from under the cotton, bringing your lips closer to my own
Because I woke first, and couldn’t wait a second more
Followed by our quiet content shared over coffee
though dawning’s sun was never warmer than what we held.

I’ll miss our morning walks
In the snugness of the cold
The shoppers were out
But we had the street to ourselves.
Questions raised on whose family to visit that holiday season
But it never really mattered.
It was one big happy.


Rolling eyes in tandem with a pleasure filled sigh
At jokes you've heard before
Though you never tell me to quit
No matter if its good or bad
I’ll always hear a  laugh
Because you always get it.



I’ll miss our 2’o clock lunches
When we aimed for 1:30
But our favourite barista,
she kept our space
That one by the window
But still in the corner
We could see out into a world
Hidden from view.
The hours, they all can go by
With dips of sauces and daps of who’s not so nice at work
And at the end I’ll get the check
Not because you couldn't
You earned more than me in fact
But we just liked it this way
You’d say you’d get the next the one
Id smile and say yes
Glad our little game was to carry on


I’ll miss our evening drives home
Content with walking for another while
But desire of our humble abode grew too strong
A place of our own
No one else through the door
Songs passed like kisses on the cheek
Do you want another one ?


I'll miss the meals we make
As we cook our favourites atop our stove
While my head finds its place
Tender on your shoulder
You stir the ***
A mixture of us both
While I boil the necessary
Previous renditions have left their mark





I’ll miss the clean up I did
Because I wanted you to rest
I do it quicker each time.
You never fail to ask
Do you need some help?
Met with a shake and a smile
I never say yes


I’ll miss our conversation in the ads
Catching on the caught up
Heaving feet from made heaven
Because even God could improve his home
With a simple cup of tea.
I call mine normal
And yours completely insane
You smile as I say it
Knowing I’m the one who loads it in the trolley
It has your name

I’ll miss our missing of the ending
It wont make our top ten
We want to see what’s next in our story.
You and I, we always buy a ticket
We pack the lot
In our two seat theatre

I’ll miss our clothes and how they mix with the dirt  
As They sit still on the floor
You and I , we couldn’t wait any longer
We want to feel once more

I’ll miss our love
And how it gets better every time
Our eyes saying more than our words could
But only for a short while
Because i never give up the chance to say those words
I just can’t help myself.

Connecting
Safety
Pleasure
All rolled into one

You were what I dreamed of.




Our spoils get shared
Our 1 + 1
makes just shy of its sum


I’ll miss our whispers
after tooth filled grins
With kisses in between.omissions of heards before
But it never gets boring
No one can get us here
This is us to our own


We are so glad
So glad we didn’t miss
The life that never happened
The greatest story never told

It doesn’t hurt so bad,
At least at the moment.
I am sure this will pass,                                                    
Yet why is there a desire, a need for such a thing.

A lust for a time of clouded judgments,
atop of tear-drenched shoulders.
With passions left to wither,
beside a fear of another’s intimate, most delicate ways

Memories once fuel, instead, drive a highway of torment,
They traffic jam my psyche.

This summer feeling is back,
Though I long for winter’s grasp.
If no friend nor enemy deserves such affliction
then why repent it’s reprieve,
It's lapse, it’s remove?
Should I not applaud it’s exit stage left
instead of a plea for an encore?
Though I need not submerge to find the collapse I seek,
It rests upon the surface.
Reticence,
Patience,
Possessing what it needs.

I beg for a drowning,
your hold to drag me under.
Death of my now, will bring life to our past
Back to that land we were forced to call home,
who knew we’d find one in each other’s grasp.
With our holds in holds of snow,
Our hands in hands of friends.
From our pleasure came pain,
though pain more of the same

That feeling is returning, I can sense it coming back.
So you may think these days were the kind I longed for
The type where I could listen to our songs and not envisage your face.
But that place is one I’ll save for another time l.

So when they call from the shore, telling me it is unsafe,
I will tell them worry not,
I’ve found comfort under the waves.

Dear John, make it through the war.                                                                                                     
Too much time has passed .
Your voice trickles from your letters,
Like a river is nearing its end
Swallow your pride,
let another take your place.
I fear your absence is coming,
It’s growing in your space

I desire no hero
I’m in need of no saviour
Instead, let us cook our favourites.            
and become drunk on our affection                                              
there will be no morning retribution
Your garments smell too fresh
your books have gone untouched.
Collecting dust upon your mantlepiece,
the one you bought at the Fairmont store

Three winters have passed since we last traded touch .
Three winters gone since I was whole.
Home is now a feeling, growing weaker like its owner.

Dear John, make it through the war.
And if you cannot bare another day
Then grant me hope.
Hope, for a hopelessness, forevermore

Let me pray like those religious men do.                                        
I’ll bend the knee, I’ll bow the head,
I’ll revel in your spirit and present my sins,
ones I know you can use.
Reason them against me, do as you please.

I’ll accept your ways of cruelty,
I won’t refuse your path of torment.
Let me be your plaything
Anything for your content

I’ll be here when your doors are closed.
I will carry your cross until my blood runs cold,
or ‘til my heart can bear no more.
So when my body has given out,
and my bones are met with dust,

Feast on my remains, I will be your sustenance.
Hate me, crucify me, this hell is where I’m whole.
I submit myself to this, I consent myself to thee.
For when I bleed, it is us that trickles out.
Our past that was, our future never to be

Should I keep these words contained,                                          
or can I revel in the us ?
Like how we kissed in the streets we made home,
and danced below the moonlit snow.
We removed the other’s dark and lit up our room.

My forever euphoria                                                         ­                          
My ecstasy sustained                                                        ­              
I seek no absolution
Your arms are where I wish to stay.

You were every sunrise rolled into one
all the seasons’ s beauties meshed

You were every sunrise rolled into one
I just never thought we would sunset