I can't breathe.*
It seems,

We are all just a gathering of cells
Splitting ourselves in half
And in the process, losing ourselves
Dreading the day when something finally goes wrong
With the aging of our vigilance
We finally become
Cancer.

Time cannot catch our corner of the world
Speaking words until our lips are sore
I am smiling in the core of my soul

I'll miss you
Even though we're never truly gone
We'll still be sitting in our chairs
When rose petals fall

Must we only dream
   of wise kings who know
that rivers must flow
   peacefully
so a woman can sing
   her children to sleep
and fathers not weep
   holding them
in grief too heartbroken
   to rage
at the violence men bring
    in this age
that should be long left
   behind us?

Ask me
I dare you
Don't you care to know my heart?
When I'm gone,
Won't you wish you had?
My hand outstretched,
I will show you where mirages are born
Where rainbows- the sky's greatest lies- begin
All you have to do is just cross the river, jump the stepping stones
Never mind how slippery they may be
Don't you trust me?

*Ask and you'll recieve

The darker it gets
the more the words begin to writhe

Writhe and rise

they dance before my eyes
tumbling out of my heartbeat,
the poems
Write themselves.

Dad's in the ground and
Mom's got a boyfriend.

He's as tall as Dad is short and he likes to bike and ski, two things both Mom and Dad never figured out how to do. I've only met this boyfriend once or twice but you know what?

I don't care. As long as she's happy.

They see each other in between the times Mom spends driving Sis and I around. They've been to the city, to each other's houses and towns. Mom says he talks a lot, but she laughs as she says it.

Mom thinks it's special somehow that he and Dad both had graying hair and blue eyes.
And who am I to say no?
Who am I to reduce affection to statistics and chemicals, chance and electricity?

Mom, you deserve every happy second you feel with this man. I hope you have the best of experiences and adventures ahead. I hope the love in your heart you had for Dad just keeps on giving, lighting up the night sky with the stars.

Dad's dead and
Mom's found happiness again.
The world keeps turning around and so do we.

And so do we.