Hours and days sped by
Never stopping to linger
For a few blessed moments
A week and a few weekends
That were barely there
A little bit of growing up
And a lot of life
And the same difficulties
That I’ve always faced
And that we’ll face
Time and time again

I lay my head down
On two curvaceous soft pillows
Taking in the scent
Of long brown strands of potpourri
While the gentle thumping
Matches the pace of my breaths
Like us, I fall and rise
Your heavy warmth surrounding my legs
Mattress, blanket, pillow all in one
I hold You tight.

It’s interesting, being with You
I have such conflicting feelings
About our relationship

Not between good and bad
But both positive
On one hand, You make me feel so comfortable
Being with You is like laying in a warm bed
Utterly content, and I don’t want to move

But equally powerful is the excitement
I’ve been with you for to years
And we’ve learned volumes
What happens in ten…twenty?
How will You…I…We…change?
I guess that’s what relationships are about
Things shifting and learning
With that one constant
That one comfort
Love

I seek comfort unconventionally
Finding a certain joy in moments
That tend to linger
Or in the mundane, the ordinary
A car ride at night
Down the dark tunnel of I90 at 11pm
With the hum of the engine numbing the senses
And the headlights blending together
The exhaustion of the hours
Leaves you waiting for the end
And yet
I’d take that car ride forever if I could
I guess I find comfort in the certainty of Your presence
And the way Your words are contained
Within the soft interior of my car
As though they’ll stick with me longer
And the words come easier knowing
They’ll find no ears but Yours
In these moments I like knowing
I can look forward
And still count on You beside me

You say that I don’t smile enough
That I never seem happy
When the truth is
I’ve never been more at peace with myself
And the life going on around me

It must seem like I’m thoroughly unimpressed
With what it is You have to offer
But that couldn’t be more wrong
I smiled when You laid Your head down on my chest
Your eyes were shut.
So were mine.
But I knew You were happy

Maybe You’re looking at things the wrong way
I mean I don’t kiss You because I’m happy
I’m happy because I’ve kissed You
Happiness doesn’t bring Love
Love brings happiness
And Yours brings Volumes

I am stalking silence
Shadowing it but
Remaining ever at a distance
Every once in a while
My silhouette falls upon it
But it eludes me always

I can remain in silence
In the hopes it’ll seek the company
And every once in a while
It’ll grace me with its presence
Unbroken until
Some Samaritan decides
I need saving from its grasp
But I seek comfort in it
I revel in it
Not brooding
Sweet solitude
Sweet silence

Unlike you, I realize
The bitter lies
Lodged behind her deceptive eyes

And I see right through to
The dulling brain
The profane, the ingrained ignorance

And the shrill, the shrieks
That you mistake
For entertainment or masochistic passion
Are the agonies of a thousand vacant homes lit

To have and to hold is a wonderful thing
To her, the only thing
And the memories are so easily cast aside
For green and silver and inflated pride

You can say I didn’t warn you
Because like you I put up with her ****
Silent and waiting til I leave
Gold diggers come in spades
But she rode in on a backhoe
Emphasis on the **.