What can I say but goodbye sweet love.
Goodbye to the thrill of conversation for hours on end,
Goodbye to waking up at 2 AM because you thought of me when you couldn't sleep.
Goodbye to sparks flying every time I saw you,
Goodbye to what I could never express because every time I tried you'd take my breath away.
Goodbye to love, see you yesterday.

My brother,
The sinner,
Can we go back?
To a time before broken heart beginnings,
Where happiness dared to be unending,
And our joys would outlast the sun?
Before one-winged angels became our shared memory,
Before the only remedy we knew was finding peace in others,
Can we learn to be ourselves again?
Can we make a smile our natural fit,
Like when we were kids, remember?
Now when we meet all we can do is reminisce and smile,
But it feels unnatural to say the least.
Like the beast of burden, the scars and the hurt then were too much to bear.
So I'll meet you in the middle,
Let's start fresh and forget everything we used to know.
The cost of a lost love,
The weight of a heavy heart,
And the sting of the words that sparked a bullet,
Nothing matters anymore,
As long as we can smile again.

Write
Simple,
I tell myself,
Write
Poetic,
I force myself,
Write
Beauty,
I convince myself,
Write
Imagery,
I encourage myself,
Write
with purpose,
I plead myself.

It's been so long since I've remembered,
The gentle blue sky and calming breeze,
Or surrendered myself to peaceful sleep,
Under a shady backyard tree.

It's been so long since I've caught a ball,
Or touched a base as a mat or a home,
I used to love to find a hiding place,
Amidst the forest I once roamed.

It's been so long since I've felt that wonder,
And I miss it well and true,
I miss the days that I spent under,
A sun that I once knew.

Nowadays he'***** or miss,
A friend of simple tastes,
But when he shines it's truly bliss,
I love it when he stays.

Yet when he leaves and the clouds roll in,
I simply smile at them and try to breathe,
Hello today my old friends,
So kind of you to visit me.

To talk of gentle love and me,
Seems something of an oddity.
Yet to speak of angels as muses sing,
Used to come so naturally.

A somber sonnet of the soul,
Would ease the pain of heartache's toll.
And bring with it some great delight,
Yet now that gift has taken flight.

I cannot find the words once more,
All left behind on battered shores,
Of love and loss and life now gone,
I've lost the strength to carry on.

No words shall leave this shaking hand,
Of light and hope and love once grand.
And soon shall I then fade from view,
As my words have after you.

A broken angel on borrowed wings,
To teach of love and what it brings,
To show there beauty at its best,
And lay a wild heart to rest.

To teach of pain then born of passion,
And mark the soul in subtle fashion,
To linger there in memory,
Forever bathed in agony.

Take this then, my parting gift,
A simple thing which I will miss.
My pen and heart belong to you,
Goodbye my love and gentle muse.

To walk along the shores of doubt and see the waves of fear roll in. To live so long, to live without, to be depressed my friend.

To grow up good and grow up strong, to see that life is hard. To bouncing back, to going long, to going very far.

To making merry, to being happy, to seeing hope in darker times. To making smiles, to making light, to living life where laughter shines.

To being old, to being gray, to watch your memories go. To beg them hold, and bid them stay, to forgetting all you know.

To looking back, to reminisce, to accept that time knows best. To coming home, To greet a friend, to long and welcome rest.

To all of that I say to you, to treat it how you like. To living with a solemn gloom, to chasing after light.

Right now I miss you like the young miss the old because the good go to soon.

I miss you like most of us miss the sunshine on a gloomy afternoon.

I miss you like the earth misses the moon because without you my tides are out of wack, but let's bring it back.

I miss you like my parents miss 8-tracks. To record and make memories last.

I miss you like a life gone to fast past the good times that always seem to last around you.

Because I love you like a child seeing something new for the first time.

Because you remind me of the first time I fell in love, and show me that I'm dreaming of something beautiful every time I think of you.