.    Father, I have seen you
haunting my footsteps,
     judging harshly my own
actions, and I fear that
     I will follow the way
you have chosen for me.
     But that path, however
narrow, is not where my
     heart lies, and so on
I go, my own way. Will
     you forgive me? Or,
perhaps, when all is said
     and done, the question
to be answered is,
     can I forgive you?

One eye staring at me,
       The other eye staring into space.
Half a mind on my words,
       The other half on groceries,
                                 life,
                          bills.
And I'm dying on the inside,
         Because I forgot why I should care
That his attention
                                  is Elsewhere.

I don't remember, any more,
The exact shape of your hands
As I held them in mine,
Caressed them,
Memorized the length of your fingers,
The depth of your calluses.

I don't remember, any more,
Exactly your height, how much
Taller than me
You were, where
My head rested on your chest
When you held me tightly close.

I don't remember, any more,
Your scent, when we lay together
Creating our own
Magic rhythm,
Matching our heartbeats as we
Touched the sky, together.

I don't remember, any more,
The sound of your voice, calling
My name as though
It were a song
Within itself, a precious treasure
You valued with all your being.

And I don't remember, any more,
The color of your eyes, the shape
Of your lips,
Only...
How your eyes crinkled at the corners
And your laugh, as you told me,

"I love you."

Sometimes I can't see you and I can't feel you
There is nothing but emptiness in my air
Once I felt you all around me
Now I wonder if you're there

I feel so cold and all alone
Not even your shadow's in my sight
And all my heart can think about
Is giving up this fight

With all I have inside I pray and try
To get you back into my life
To feel that I'm a part of you
And stop this pain that's causing all this strife

How much longer do I think I can continue on
Pretending nothing inside has changed
When all I hear is empty air
When I call your name

Then I recall all the promises in your Word
That will fill up this empty space
And they are enough to fill my empty air
And all my tears erase

When lovers write poetry
he writes it so reckless
says it's to let this
star come out
to smile and not cry
to whisper not shout
to ask how and not why
to shoo away doubt

that's what it's about

When lovers write poetry
she writes with her lips
says it's for this
and for him
and for kiss
and to swim
in abyss
to keep away the dim
by being missed

it's some sort of bliss