I was your moon and you turned and left me

I'm back
I whispered into the night
I'm home at last
I'm so happy to see all of you
Did I change?
Did you?
I missed all of you
No one was supposed to remember me
But you all did
No one could let these old bones dry
Only free in travel
I'm back home
With the friends I missed
The ones who know me
The monster I am
The monster I was
They know me
And I know them
Let's remember to whisper good bye
To each other
And pray it's not forever
I'll see you all soon
I'll say as I shut my door
And drive away
I'll see you soon

Smoke rises from between cracked lips
Folding around the nose and tickles the fine hair of the cheek
Thick and creeping
Slowly up and out of the lungs
Pulling with it frustration, resistance, and stress
All of lifes worries gone with a breath
Red fingers tap tap away
Dropping the burnt ash of the day
Freedom in the form of decay

I saw myself falling and falling
Getting hung up on every little tree branch
Every bump in the road
And I realized it was time to cut the excess
I drew my knife and sliced at all that was holding me back
   feeling the sinew tear at the blade
I lightened my load to the bare bones and ran
I ran towards all that I dreamt of
I have never needed all those things holding me back
I needed myself
The security blankets wrapped so heavily around me were nothing but
The security I needed is in my mind

you know those few days so busy,
much to do and eating sweets in the rain.

when all is small boys and peacocks.

the door groans, it may be a creepy
place, yet all the hedges are good.

all goes quiet again, so smell the perfume.

note the jasmine growing and know
that some things come again.

sunday.

sbm.

He said close your eyes,
then make a wish?
But you are my wish ...

So, She looked up to the sky
The stars where all aligned
It was The kind of night that takes your breath away
No, it was not love, not like in the movies
Neither the best of friendships
But It was you...

And for the first time she's daring
dancing in the sand
with hair all over her face
The kind of dance you do when you're little and free,
with your feet bare

and for the first time
She didn't care what was gonna happen
So she rolled the dice and risk it all

I talked with a poet friend
On the phone today
Can't say I didn't find it all
More than a little strange

The conversation went quite naturally
No bleeps, burps, or dead air
Funny she should call me
Me being here, her being there

I understood her English accent
Her, me my Southern draw
We both got a good laugh in
Isn't that why she called after all

This is something I have dreamed of
By chance to one day meet
Some of the special friends
That I have made through poetry

So this day I will remember
In my diary, pencil it in
That poets have real voices
They don't all just talk with pens