when you are gone from me
i miss you as i miss the sun
setting too soon on a winter day
when you leave
and i am alone
i miss you as i miss the spring
and wonder if you will return

i collect
pieces of you to be remind me
that even when my bones
are racked with cold
you will return
and we will laugh
and touch lips
until i forget
that the sun ever sets.

on this,
the coldest day on the east coast
i have stolen sunlight
to keep tucked away
to replace the aching in my bones.

the morning falls on her
like feathers pulled from my back
soft light and shadows frame her face
i cover her eyes to let her sleep-
she is unaware of me
but
i love her just the same.

can you be my sun on a cold, grey friday morning.

can you tell me that living means something.

i don't feel like writing anything good.

i just feel tired and sad.

i hear your voice in every
winter thunderstorm
reminding me that
you are the endless summer-
a tree with leaves that never
hide away,
the orange sunrise flower that never wilts.

I no longer remember
the number of freckles on your shoulders
the shape and place of every mole.
I no longer remember
your lips in longing
or *** twice in one day.
I no longer remember
my soul
bound by nothing
lying awake alone
eyes closed tightly on an
ice cold January morning.

the black night steals you away
and keeps you like leaves clinging to life
on an october morning.
your eyes, heavy and blue.
i trace the lines on your face from
last night's celebration.

you said
maybe i drink too much or not enough.
afterall,
there is no second course
in the art of forgetting.