Your pain, my life
Your scream, my breathe
Your sweat, my tears
Your smile, my laugh

I was once your little bump
now you call me your biggest champ

I was once your sleepless night
but now you rest with that face so calm , so beautiful.

Your remarkable care, left us enthralled
Your kisses, your warmth

All great things we wish for you
have been captured by the zephyr
that'll stay in our hearts forever.

The moon's going extra tonight
illuminating the whole sea

two hearts, one shore
different beat, same waves

silence spoke thousands of emotions

one thought came, loud and melancholic
" love, before it's too late to love at all ".

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.

These thoughts ,
silly as they are
they're what's inside me ;

and they're keeping me alive
even though they're slowly killing me .

we cried blood that night
you almost pulled the trigger
almost , as if the bullet was eager to kiss your lovely head
we locked eyes
and everything went dark
who kissed the bullet ?
it's a mystery we don't want unfolding

little dark girl with
kind eyes
when it comes time to
use the knife
I won't flinch and
i won't blame
you,
as I drive along the shore alone
as the palms wave,
the ugly heavy palms,
as the living does not arrive
as the dead do not leave,
i won't blame you,
instead
i will remember the kisses
our lips raw with love
and how you gave me
everything you had
and how I
offered you what was left of
me,
and I will remember your small room
the feel of you
the light in the window
your records
your books
our morning coffee
our noons our nights
our bodies spilled together
sleeping
the tiny flowing currents
immediate and forever
your leg my leg
your arm my arm
your smile and the warmth
of you
who made me laugh
again.
little dark girl with kind eyes
you have no
knife. the knife is
mine and i won't use it
yet.