and just like that
once again
the water touches my toes
brushing against my fingertips
and my soul heaves A great sigh
and just for a moment
an afternoon at a time
all is well
with me

you told me a story
of a hero battered and bruised
and i fell in love
with his wit and yearning
holding his face in my hands
hoping he’d lay down his sword
but slowly
his story
broke
crumbled with time
showing what he really was battling
and
there was no dragon
no villain coming in the night.  
it was just the hero
battling himself
sword forever raised
and head dipped low
unwilling to face that his story
was more or less his own

i wonder if she sees me like a storm
brewing beneath the thunder
unexpected and a little unprecedented
but the occasional lightning makes her think
I just might be worth it

i wonder if she tastes like wild honey
filtered with sunshine and passion
handled and graced with extreme care

i wonder if she feels like those first drops of rain in the summer on a little pavement
needing to breathe her in over
and over

i wonder if she sounds like phthalo blue
mixing dreams and melancholy all in a few little exhales
echoing refrains like those last few strokes
making art true
perfection

i wonder if she just might be
all I’ve ever wanted
to grace my senses

there’s something religious
about uber conversations
at 3:21am
sharing snippets of hearts
that may never get shared
again

a confessional with silly bumper stickers

she sits by the window
thinking of days gone by
and people she no longer knows the names of
watching the rain
fall
over and over
wondering when the storm will break
or just
keep

I loved you
till I became raw
and folded myself into smaller pieces

and then he died
and I didn’t have the energy to keep up my origami antics
so I slowly
spilled over
and into all the pieces

you weren’t particularly found of