The poet lives two lives.
One on the outside,
And one in their mind.

When you look in their eyes
You could see an abyss.

If you looked long enough
You could sink into it.

But most people don’t see it.

Take the time to read the words, though,
And you would know for sure.

The poet lives in two different worlds.

I used to date girls like you
that wake up beside me with their makeup still on

We used to exclaim "Oh ! how free" , and dance to our folly
In the snow on empty streets

I used to sit on the front porch swing with you and sing with the music . Then kiss you long and wet during the long guitar solos .

I used to lie with you on the golf course at night under the stars and quote poetry

I used to . . . but no more

The river flows out to the sea

Carrying lost memories

Memories I used to be

And I’m better off without them



My darling says she misses me

Beneath the sun and date palm trees

I am inclined and wish to be

Right there along beside her

for now,
all i can do,
is trust that someone
out there,
somewhere in the universe,
feels the same way
i do.

Your eyes, much like magic, put me under your spell
They see to my soul. They puncture my shell
Truth's all they know. Their never deceiving
They give me the answers that I'm often seeking
And whisper the words that I need to be well