I love calendars
and anniversaries
and milestones
and remembering what happened from year to year
day today
but now that little habit
that fun scrapbook in my mind
it's too much
I don't particularly
care to remember how everything changed quickly in a long long 3 minutes
anyway...I do
and
it lives so deep in my soul
in my heart.
365 days of new memories...the one doesn't leave.

In your dreams, you see the future
our realities are stored there
inside yours
or my
thoughts
and dreams
so close, too far to touch

memories and  feelings
                                                coming
                                                                    at me
today
                   your things to
                                              close this chapter
         of course
                                        that picture
                                                             YOU
                                              ME
                                                  my dorm bed
your jeans on me
                   I feel the empty tear almost down my face
             Deep Breath
                                      move furniture
                                                                move trash
                                                           YOU
                                                            left here
clearing  YOUR mess
                              the children will be home soon
always clearing the way

simple picture
                                                        two                 trees
                                    Stark
                 ­                                        againstdarknight
moon bright
                                    Shining
                    ­                                    slightly touching
                                                        ­             one reaches closer
or so it seems
                              just chance
they are near one another
                              close enough          
                                                ­         to touch            branches
                                     Re­aching
                                                          ­             high
                                                           two                 trees
                                                         growing and breathing
ALONE
                                      Still
                                                           next to each other

this is possible
you
       find
              me

interesting
                                  and
             I keep discovering
                                   and
                                                        finding ­               you
                                 we swim the same way
this is simple
                      to you
to me
                                                     we can choose to
                                                                ­  BE
we can choose to
                                         allow for
                                             space
                                                                ­ and
                                                                ­               love

Happiness   and   TIME

Your body brushing against mine
created
bruises
deeper than my skin
your warnings
left me
with too much
to
understand