I close my eyes
to see you more clearly,
your silhouette is etched
against the back of my eye lids.

I silence my thoughts
to hear you more keenly,
your voice sings
across my barren mind.

I hold my breadth
to remember you more vividly,
your touch warms
my cold lonely heart.

I watch
as the day commences
its morning ritual.
The ocean embraces the sun's warmth
as the still blue water
eagerly turns to gold.
I look to the rising sun
for its interpretation
of my dreams.
I allow the cool water
to wash over my calloused feet.
It's reminiscent of her touch:
so soft, so gentle, so calming.
At that single moment
I feel at peace
with my place in this world.
Peace in my solitude,
my confusion,
my doubts.
But the foam crackles,
and the once reassuring wave
quickly retreats
to its powerful master.
I am left with just
two hollow footprints
on a beach that seems to
stretch into eternity.
Nothing is gained.
Nothing is lost.
All that I'm reminded of
is that
all we have in this world
are these fleeting seconds
of peace.

For I am lost.
Basking in the darkness.
Relishing this lasting embrace.

So difficult to enjoy the pleasures of night
To truly indulge in my midnight vices
When perpetually ruing the rise of the sun
Actively rooting against its arrival
Secretly wishing science betrays me
And the sun never awakens
Oh, if only it could be dark forever
And the governing laws of the universe
Made this one exception for me
So that my emotions could openly flourish
Without ever being judged by harsh stares
If I had one wish, it would be for darkness
Total and utter darkness
So that I could be lost forever
What a beautiful thought indeed

The ocean admires the stars above,
As the waves slowly rock it to sleep.
While the stars gaze at their reflections
In the midnight blue mirror.
The wind passes by without interruption
As it searches for its final resting place.
I like to imagine this harmony at night,
As I lay my head on my pillow.
In a chaotic, lonely world,
This harmony is my only true reassurance
That I too will one day find peace.

The immediate introversion,
A safe solitude.
Alone and alive.
Lacking loneliness,
At this disturbing depth,
Unlike the saliently superficial.
The calming confusion
Relaxes and reassures.
Defiantly deliberate,
And thoroughly thoughtful.
Marvelously mesmerized
By my continuous contemplation.
Overtly observant,
And insightfully introspective.
Fiercely focused
On building and bettering.
I meticulously memorialize,
And succinctly summarize,
My lavish love,
For being
Alone and alive.

He tries desperately to forget her,
Jealous of those with amnesia.
Pleading with all that is holy,
Begging for an uninterrupted respite
From the relentless burden of pain.
But her memories are permanent.
They are etched in his brain
Like lovers' initials carved in an undying oak.
So he's constantly searching for a chainsaw
That he only finds at the bottom of a bottle.