I don't regret
Anything usually
Always so sure
Of my choices
But I let the fear
Finally conquer me
And I regretted it
Immediately.

I should have given us a chance.

I want you to read me,
The words always on my face.
But you only glance
And decide
The book is too long,
Or not worth it,
Or maybe you read the critics
And chose to skip it.
But I want you to hold me,
The way you hold those old
Leather bound pages
And tenderly turn
Chapter after chapter.
I want you to adore me,
Although I'm not yet
A novel,
No masterpiece by any means,
But I could take you
Places you've never been
And make you
Feel alive again.

I don't care, I want you
I don't care if it takes months or years
Or if I have to change cities
Or countries
Or planets
I don't care, I want you
I want to smell
Familiar scent of cigarettes and
Coffee at night
I want to listen to you pick your
Guitar until sunrise
I don't care, I want you
And no one else compares
I want the way you smile in the morning,
I want to watch the beauty in your face
Slowly
Slip
Away.

i want a glass of jack
and maybe another
pack of cigarettes
but i don't want
you
not the pain
or the silence
or the way
you smile in the morning
i don't want to see
all the beauty
in your face
slowly
slip away

Active minds quietened by alcohol,
Familiar smoke in lungs,
Anything to blur the frantic
Sentences that burn and dance
Across synapses and down
Nerve endings,
Trying to escape through
Fingertips.
"Enough, enough"-
Concerned voices trying to help
But that moment is long gone
Out the window, through the
Garden and on to the harbor
Where my inebriated soul
Could rest at last.

As the first rays of morning
Gently spill over the horizon
And through the branches
Of Alabama's pine forests,
I will be here,
Counting the memories
That haven't escaped
The frail caverns of
The human mind.
I will be here,
Wishing I could turn back time,
Back to the age I adored
When your gaze fell upon
My homely features and you smiled.
I will be here.
As the first rays of morning
Illuminate your new city
And you slumber
Next a soul that isn't mine...
I will be here,
Waiting on your return.

there was a time,
in the trodden snow,
on a path
i would oft follow,
there was a moment
i could sense the kiss
i could feel the soft touch
of your fingertips.
but that moment is long gone
as are you
the snow has melted
ground is a soft green hue
and i cannot go back
oh, how i try
i cannot recreate
what there was between you and i.