Endless envelopes of paper mail
But hands tremble at the presence of one unaddressed letter,
The card stock glances around, tantalizing to Whomever is caught by its wandering eyes,
As they gently reflect the suns bright glare

As if tempting each of us to open it,
A letter with no return address and no destination simply sits,
With it’s stainless skin—like freshly fabricated silk,
Pleading for a curious soul with whom to share its contents,

Its slight edges sit and yet intimidate
They must surely pack a sharp punch when provoked,
No one dares step to the unaddressed letter,
Fearing that one droplet of our unworthy burgundy blood may be enough to permanently stain the stainless

When he arrives in his long dark cloak
It’s always a suffocating surprise
No matter how long you’ve been watching him
inch closer and closer to someone you love

But this is a time of peace for your dear friend
And the only way forward is through
So we will mourn your early departure
and later we will celebrate your beautiful soul

We move across time together,
Constantly, with no change in velocity

Yet the days without you feel long
And the days you are here are the shortest

I know I love you,
I can feel it in my pale rigid bones

I still hate that you left me,
I feel the aches with every pulse of my deteriorating crimson heart

Now, I move across time alone
With only sorrow to offer my grieving soul company

I drive and drive and drive
Down this dimly lit road everyday
My tires anxiously roll down the poorly paved asphalt

I never know what’s ahead of me until it’s arrived
And when it does, I steer through and around the perilous obstacles
Obstacles that never seem to cease or give me a break

Fear is constantly in my ear, pleading for me to pull over
But there has to be light at the end of this dim dim road
So I drive and drive and drive

Once more I tread this course,
One I know far too well.
I enter with hope as well as caution,
For I hope to know your beauty as well as I do your horrors.

I am soaked in the overwhelming need for you,
Yet I still feel the burns from our last encounter,
So why do I still long for you?
Is it truly in search of your beauty?

Or maybe it’s something a bit more selfish..
Maybe I don’t want to be alone any longer.
Maybe I’ve gone insane.
But if so, then haven’t we all?

I hate you.
Not because of what you did to me,
But because of what it turned me into.

I won’t ever love anyone how I loved you,
You lit my days the way the moon does the night,
You fell into my hands and I fell into yours and
holding each other—we promised to never let go

And yet I fell,
My heart erupted. Broken
Blood gushed over my intestines until I ceased to exist

Except that I did exist,
I felt it all for months,
even now I feel blood leaking through the wounds that will never completely heal

When the moon shines its subtle glow over our heads,
thoughts race through my mind like the greatest of Grand Prix,

The distractions of the day are gone
And contemplation rules these hours

Memories, speculations, future scenarios,
All that exists converge within my mind

I lie awake, unable to drift into the calm waters of sleep,
Instead, I find myself in the volatile winds of a natural disaster,

Chaos consumes me as I long to find the bliss
Of the glistening diamond on its pedestal

Completely and utterly
untethered to the outside world

I may love a version of you for the rest of my life,
But as long as you keep showing me that you’re not that person anymore,
Then it isn’t you that I’m in love with