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whiskey.
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SoCo on a monday night,
Alabama song playing lightly,
Tickle fights and cigarettes.
Feeling electric and wild,
blissful and free.
There may be other people,
but for now it's you and me.
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DieingEmbers
If she could speak
what stories would she tell you...

would she speak of all the times
she's been my shoulder
to cry upon
wiping tears from
puffy eyes

would she whisper soft your name
as I have
a thousand times
while squeezing her tight

would she recall the times
she's comforted me
when madness racked my mind
or gently nursed me
dabbing my fevered brow
when illness confined me to my bed

would she speak of all the times
she lay with me
supporting me
through long lonely
insomnia fueled nights

would she laugh
when she jokes about
all the times she's covered my embarrassment
or ran with me
naked
through unlit rooms

and would she promise you
one thing...

that you can share my dreams.
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DieingEmbers
You never really saw
the funny side
the time I wrote upon my pants
do not open until Christmas day
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DieingEmbers
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***.                 ***
Your last love letter

gave my heart

a paper cut.
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X
Dear John letters are I'm sorry but letters
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DieingEmbers
You're here beside me
sleeping softly

and yet

my heart is aching
your absence.
Sleep steals you from me every night
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Emelia Ruth
One of the best days of my life,
teeters between first and second
like the moment you lose balance
and your body tenses
and sways back and forth until inner peace is found.

It was cold out
but we ran around outside anyways
in the dark night
in the glowing beems from the streetlights.
We sat on that bench that said
"Dedicated to Mark Xander"
or something like that.
We watched the sunset
pull the pinks and oranges out of the sky
below the surface of the Columbia.
You fell asleep in my lap,
as I ran my fingers through your hair,
for some reason you love that so much.
And I watched you,
you looked so peaceful.

A few minutes later
you woke up
and jumped
saying
"We're losing time!"

We ran up a few more blocks
to the downtown park
and sat by the man-made waterfall
that drizzled down from the clock tower.
Aspen trees bordered the square
already decked out in their flashing Christmas lights.
I love Christmas decorations,
did you plan this? I thought.

We traced the bricked earth with our toes
as we held hands on the bench.
The clock struck 8:00.
You stood up
and took my hand
and we kissed
as the giant bells sang to us,
beautifully.

It felt like a small promise...
that one day I'll hear those bells again
on our wedding day.
We pulled away and I looked into your eyes,
I could tell you thought
the same thing as I.

I don't remember much of the rest of the night.
My eye sight was blocked
from my clenched cheekbones
so big from smiling so wide.
All I can remember, was that we
were the happiest people on earth.

It's been almost a year since that day,
and we still remember
and embrace
that one Sunday
as the best days of our life.
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