two bodies lay there
on the couch
in the house
cold and empty
though rather lovely

they lay very close
intimate and serene
exposed but comfortable
in a nice sort of silence
only experienced once before

a single phrase rang out
in the mind of one
for the other
"i love you"

a curious thought
amongst a careful affection
now preserved for later use
for the other
or another
whenever it might be true

as i weave through the city streets of my hometown
my mind drifts away
thankful that this city hasn't brought the anxiety i've come to expect
i wonder what's different
thankful that these people i call friends
thankful for some emotional stability
thankful for the time and for this life of mine

into the black night i went
riding the tailwind of emotion
spent up in the heartbeat and luscious breathes
little space between our gaze
so quickly did we yearn for this
succeeding only to frighten & excite us both

as my arms wrapped around you
i couldn't help but think
how well we fit together
like a puzzle with two pieces
long ago separated
fallen down a floor crack
sunk into the couch
adrift in the sewers
underneath the paper due tomorrow
until you came into my arms

but i also knew then
as i was sinking into the ambience
enjoying every single ounce of you
that we're all pieces
in the largest of puzzles
ever-changing in shape
ever-seeking our two piece paradise



and that's ok
that's why i could hold you
and that's why i'll keep holding you
until i can't anymore.

i find myself wandering through your thoughts
as you wander through mine
exploring the intricate paths
all the little details
and in that moment i hoped to lose my way
stuck in the lovely labyrinth of your mind

i walk into my room
wondering if your image will be there
shutting the door in dismay
a knock will come soon i think
listening for that voice or some footsteps
passing through the halls where we met
a year's change but no one can tell
i pulled my blinds all the way up
so every time you walk in the building you'd see my light on
my window a lighthouse in those dark & windy nights
at times it feels your right outside
listening for an indication
curious to know what my life is like now
and despite all this
my outlet of weakness
i'm proud to say
i'm doing great.
i hope you are too.

i never wrote you a poem
though sometimes i wish i did
those words you find to perfectly detail
every single spec of feeling
another body to feed off of
and awake by her side

i wonder about those moments now
those words never found
no pages left to turn
another night to myself
speaking now as an aside

i wrote you a poem
but i guess it's too late