I may have an inch or two
except if we count when we were two.
Maybe even eight,
but those two didn't date.

But we're them or maybe they're us.
Either way they didn't fuss.

So sometimes they might say hello, because they still reside down low,
but they never knew this love, and one day they will grow, them two
And I'll still have an inch or two.

Forgetting fortes
within this conglomerate;
fortified crumble

Waking up in mid morning.
Waiting for your beautiful words to cross my brain waves.
Wondering when I might be graced by your heart racing presents.
As the day goes by I think of you and smile.
I give my dearest to you.
I wait and watch the world pass me by and I wonder are you another passer by,
the man in the mask,
a looker,
a watcher
as well I surely don't know.
Nothing seems to matter in our world everything just floats around as we embrace.
At night I wonder if we'll spend nights together in the future.
Will you be my past and present
I won't ask for future I'll leave that with you.
I feel as if all my little corks and silly fears will never bother you
as if I could be perfect.
Beautiful to you plain to others.
I can wait forever to spend open time with you as long as it takes.
I'll sit on your corner. I always imagine my future not with others in it until you.
I could never hate you.
Love is all I have.
I stay awake dreaming of us.

Waking up in mid morning.

Over the ebbing tide of noise
Falls the hush from the sky,
A crimson farewell to the day
Paints a melancholy in the air,
One last flutter the wings come to rest
Waiting for starlight to warm the nest…
Looking back, so hollow the bygone times ring,
As quietly sets in another evening.