Do not be so blue.
I have.... Tiramisu!
Yes, it's all for you.

cherry blossom trees
line the walkways around me
petals at my feet

Winter can come now
I have hot cocoa waiting
And a sad novel

you were so many wrongs
and I, all sorts of blue
but still, there are songs
that remind me of you

three people on my mind
five things to do
all of my life realigned
where are you, gym shoe?

It is a modern miracle
To fly safely
But why is there turbulence
Only when I ***?

mildly self conscious
gruntled about the present
estranged lovers meet
smile over stifled yearning
and think fondly of the past

All the world is mine
During the days of summer
Except the lizards

He passed up on me
Coz I have no balcony
Cruel Romeo!

Mad girl wonders why
She recalls a lover's toes
Instead of his smile

Humming birds don't come
Around my house anymore
But it is April
So I sit by the window
And look outside in mad hope

Cold nights still linger
My melancholy winter
Not keen on goodbyes

Your arms around me
Our quivering mouths align
Still, I long for you

I burned in a tempest
When I met you, by the sea
Nine wild months ago
I give life to misery
Now, as I love you no more

On a chilly Michigan evening
My father talks of a friendly neighbor
Who gave him tomatoes
From his backyard
"Tom is married and has a kid"
There's a dull ache in my heart

On a rainy afternoon
A mellow song plays on my radio
I stop at the red light and a school bus
Moves past my right
A street sign, in big block letters
Your last name
I look away

Sipping coffee or standing by my desk
Autumn creeps in or the rain stops
From a dimly lit window
I catch myself cursing at fate
From time to time
Wouldn't it have been easier
If you were called something unusual

Concrete rubble sings
As I search ruins for a glimpse
Of my looted childhood

I spent my time
Like it was someone else's
And now I yearn for moments gone
What did I look like
When I fell in love with him?

I reminisce too much.
Besides, what else is there to do?
Remnants of the past, fragments
Still squirming in my conscience

In some vague room
A flicker of my smile, a candle, a black robe
And my button down shirt
Laid across the floor for you to step on
And you carefully tip toed
To catch me in time, but I wasn't falling

The seasons have passed exceedingly slowly
But now, I am smiling again
My nights are somehow less tormented

It is beautiful today and I have things to do
But before I leave and conquer the week
I pause, if only for a moment, in this sun lit room

I touch the French window
And leave you behind, one last time
Like shabby finger prints on unstained glass

I think I've got the blues
So talk to me
It needn't be important
I love all the nothings
You talk about

All I ever did
Was write poems
About you
And all the boys
I've loved before
But tonight
I don't feel like writing

Would you now
Please
Just sit here
And talk to me

Beach landscapes
Had been painted into the sky
With eyes closed, I could tell
When the Sun hid behind a cloud or a tree
Making me shiver like it was winter
Shining bright and fearless
It was summer, half a heart beat later
But it was only the first day of spring
And my fragile life began
Again

It was a clear sky of blue
A little patch of green
By me were a dog or two
And a home so serene

The wind chimes clanked
There was a chill in the air
For September had just begun
What was it, if not a little bit of heaven

I had to let go of your memories
As I did with San Fransisco
With its innocent corners and places
The quaint stores and my shadow

"Does it snow in San Fransisco?"
My little nephew asked
"Not always, but it did long ago"
And my eyes filled with remnants of the past

It hasn't gotten easier, years have gone by
I still remember the golden gate
The sunsets and the pleasant sky
I need you still and in vain I wait
For you to stop by
And steady my pettish state

Each death, a searing lesion in my soul
I wonder if you are alive, trapped
Among these treacherous walls

Are you starving too?
Desperate for home
Tired of all the spilling tears
And the sight of broken people?

I think I may have seen hell
But if I should pass by heaven
God will need to bawl and beg
For my forgiveness

It was another graveyard shift
And I stood by your little bed
Thinking of what you had said
My love, my darling boy
What I wouldn't give, to see you smile
Bear with me honey when I'm always gone
When I mutter and curse with an endless frown
And I will do this and more
For us, in this wretched town

Yours was only a hand, delicate and gentle.
Mine was only a waist, never pampered by touch or love.
It was but a silly heart, pounding against my chest.
It was only a kiss, under the stars, in the pouring moonlight.

She moved like she was gliding through the star studded skies.
Her feet transitioning softly, but precise like a flame.  
Swaying to the rhythm like a laced  scarf pinned to a line, in the strong winds of April.
Her hand in mine, so delicately firm, her eyes beaming with the unmistakable sparkle of love.
She danced on, looking at me with a smile that could make dead plants bloom.
So I held her, through her love affair with the waltz.

I want to put my hands in my pockets, like I always do
And find notes from him saying "I love you."
I want sitting on a park bench
Knowing that the vast silences between us
Mean more than empty words
I want walking on the beach wrapped in one blanket
And holding hands on strange busy streets

I want intellectual conversations at midnight
And long love letters when we are apart
I want sitting at a table and knowing love still leaks
From the corners of my lips
I heard you when you said
"Well honey, that's a lot to ask for."
But I want an ocean to drown in
Puddles won't do anymore

Was it Vanilla or Lily?
May have been musk really.
Heart notes of Coconut or Sweet pea.
It sure did bring back her memory.

Oh! Her laughter and wrinkled nose,
My delicate desert rose.
She bloomed in my frigid heart,
Only to hurt and tear apart.

I want
These weak
Moments of love
Over the sordid
Aches of time

So many poems
Written on napkins
And trashed

So many on books
I never found

And many more
In my mind, lost
In the wake of a sleep

Would now be yours
Had I deemed them precious