Waiting
Always waiting —
I creep into my own dreams
Waiting for them to become reality
Living in another time
Grieving what was
Never mine

Waiting
Always waiting —
For my life to begin
For a time when my mind
And my body join in

Fog seeps through every inch of me
Distorting my views of
You
Cleansing me of each thought of
You
These bleak misunderstandings of
You
Because it was really never actually about
You

In the pursuit of death,
We are halted by the occurrence of life,
Debted to hope
And tolled by the terrene

Death’s mouth holds tight,
His secrets kept under his tongue.
And while he has no preferences
No treasured
No dearest
No prized,
He has a schedule,
That he must abide.

when you call me by my name

it’s a warm cup of coffee on a cold morning
the scent wafting room to room
the sleep in my eyes just falls away
and although I can’t see you
I can hear the smile on your lips
and I can feel the warmth in your chest

when you call me by my name