Here I write
a wistful thought
about the past,
as if there's a different
thought one could have
about a previous life's desires.

Here I think
about the times
and the places we have been,
and how there's no going back
except in our memories.

Here I wonder
if you're sitting alone
or if you're next to her again
longing for something different
or sobering up at the fact
you'll never get it.

Water drenched bodies
soaking in the rains from heaven.
Nothing had seemed more clear
in that moment than lips on lips.
Sometimes I wonder why
the passion and intensity burned
hotter than fire, and yet
the cool rain intensified the doubt.

Catching the wind
through my fingertips
trying to snag a taste
of open aired freedom
since it rings and rings
passing through my ears
like a singing bliss.

Hands almost touching,
I'm out of my **** mind, right?
How could we do this?

Blackberry kisses
form on my cheek like bruises,
but won't fade away.

Flecks of gold stardust
got caught in my weary eyes
and awakened me.

Wood floors underneath
my ****** and dragging feet.
Maybe you should leave.