I will let you go
because I have no right to hold tight
grasping through the crisp clear night,
holding on so you'll stay

but as long as I'm here
in your arms I'll remain
don't hold me too tight,
I can still run away

he will come

he’ll wrap his arms around your body
peeling the weight from your shoulders
raising your chin to the sky
while the tears roll out your eyes

spinning you round in circles
above the flowers
that will soon grace your ears

fear not my dear
he will come

for many times before have thought there was the one
but it has not been so
soon you will know
he will come

synchronicity ****** me
or maybe it was the lack of it
the timing so stretched
strewn across the states with nothing left
but things to waste
someday I'll have faith
but tonight I lie awake
with thoughts of you and I
wondering who will be the first to bend
hoping neither of us will break
under the weight of the deepening sand
that's only there to separate.

none of my words seem to rhyme anymore
I'm grasping at thoughts strewn across the floor
throw them in to the fan spinning out of my hands
hitting the walls, scratching the stucco, flailing and falling
yet to discover my calling

tonight I'm writing the shortest goodbye
I'll guess three minutes tops
til I'm out like the light

I'll cover you up and slip out the back door
the one that creaks when it opens
and rubs across the floor

I can't explain my haste in this dimly lit room
but I'll scribble some love
I can't seem to erase

I'll leave it under your pillow
the one that you'll grasp
until you realize I'm gone just a second too late

we could drink mulberry wine
just above the treeline
bringing you closer to me
complaining I'd freeze

we could have cider at noon
in my living room
the two of us lying
in the sunlight too soon

we can drink poorly spiced beer
lighting a fire right here
the stove searing hot
warming through the knots

soon we'll need nothing
just the other right there
held together with hope
never too far or too near

inspired by the thought of leaving so soon,
embracing empty rooms and fleeting full moons