Sometimes time stands still
in the most excruciating way
and I can't bring my self to take a deep breath
TO let myself be fixed
To admit I can be fixed
Can I be fixed?
AM I broken?
Am I scared?

I am scared that when time stands still
the air becomes stale, harder to swallow
My eyes sting with tears

Deep painful breath
shut eyes
stop tears
don't cry
not here
not now
later
when I'm safer

when my breath doesn't hurt so much
when time is moving a little faster

one day
you will find our story
tucked inside of
rough drafts
and final copies
of my poems
i think you will
search for your name
and wonder which poems
are about you
ex love
there are poems
that will hold you tight
poems that are the answer
and poems that you will never know
is it you or a new love
and isn't that the beauty of prose
i am finally free
you will not always find the answer
i do not have to be the answer

What was my life before we met?
I, a traveler, lonesome and weary
You, beautiful, now and forever
To you, my love, I bid a soft
Good morning
And I am lonesome and weary no more

I'm trying not to mind
That I'm sleeping all the time
And every thought of mine
Drifts to you

Back to those summer days
Hidden in a cloudy haze
When I would
Give myself willingly to you

It reminds me of the way
The words you always used to say
Like "I love you" and "goodnight"

But all those little things
Fade away into the spring
And become nothing more
Than a sigh

Now it's winter here
And the words I once held dear
Have turned away and said
Goodbye