You made me hope
for something
that only exists
on the pages of a book.

The worst nightmare of a Star is
to fall from the sky
and
dissolve over the horizon.

Let me take your heart
to where it should lie,
in a place that consists
of only you and I.

Let me take your heart 
to where it should be,
in a world that exists
for only you and me.

On this morning,
where the road's
reflecting gold

I think of all the
promises I've
made myself,
the sun, a draping
curtain over daybreak

and I wrap a scarf
around my neck
and hold my bony
hands
against my heart

It's October and
I've learned to love
myself again.

Listen, it's a beautiful thing
when distilled to its essence;
reduced to its purest form.
A paradox and a paradigm;
a paragon of perfection.
Epic in its arythmetic
progression; poetic.
Like Chinese arithmetic,
so hard it hurts. Yet soft
and exquisite, like a bubble
of love caught in a beating heart.
That place where poetry starts.

It isn't fair
what becomes of us people
when someone leaves.