its sweater weather
and i want to spend it with you
inhaling soft tendrils of crisp fall
bodies intertwined wearing nothing at all

long walks at midday
comforting silence? – too bad it isnt
the cold begins to rip through my veins
from my lashes and the sky it rains

porcelain teacup warming my nerves
calming my skin and heart
seeking solace in caffeine
i cant continue in this routine

this avoidance, this ignoring
i drag my feet through every day
pretending that it doesnt bother me anymore
the sharp fall air piercing my core

“Suddenly they stared at each other.”
“… not knowing that no endings were bad,”
“If there’s anything older than the old
story, it’s the new twist.”
“Everywhere I go some silly girl asks me
if I’ve read ‘This Side of Paradise.’”
“The last thing he said to me was that
he was going to work so as to forget
that there was nothing worth working for.”
“If you have any decency, you’ll let go.”
“He not only talked but reasoned in phrases.”
“As he grew older those things faded –
after that there was wine.”
“There was nothing, it seemed, that grew stale
as soon as pleasure.”
“Do you think you’re any happier for being a pessimist?”
“He knew that his contempt was unreasonable.”
“It was a hard fight, but I didn’t give up
and I came through.”
“I don’t know. We just go on.”

its 1am and i miss you
laying in bed in the dark
thinking of your guarded soul

its 9am and i miss you
talking, smiling, laughing
on the inside feeling lonely

its 4pm and i miss you
feet crunching withered leaves
reflections of my now-empty emotion

your curls winding around my hands
your breath warm against my neck
your exalting passion as you talk
these are what i miss the worst

Sad, gloomy days --
they remind me of you.

Not because of how it ends,
but how it mourns over
the course of time.

You grieve
and make me grieve.

Sometimes there's a bright blue bit of sky
which makes everything all right for a while.

Nevertheless, the melancholic dripping
resides now in the back of my mind.