I don't want to love you
But I do
I want to dream
Without
You
I want to be at lead and not care
And think never
About you
And yet
I sit and dream
Of only you

Feeling sadness
Pain
Emptiness
Reassigning it to to you and us
It makes it easier to deal with
Cleaner
Nothing to lose
Everything is already gone
With him

I think you live there
          Where I travel
   Deep in a place and time
         That floats inside
                           Ourselves
   It's the space between the distance
           It's the time away from time
The reality is strongly understood
           And the
                          Objects often
         Seen as real are no longer
                          Relevant

Staying very very still
              quiet
don't speak don't write
             silence
this will make all of it go
              learned
       get through it
               past
   nothing is happening
               calm
   no sickness no fear
               time
      standing still in
               despair

How did these words in
           Colour     bring
                     the
           clear   drops of
              Silence out?
          I feel a loss
                            I feel lost
         my soul is fine
                      but my heart
                    is   trapped leaving
                       and     entering
                             like
                   a spinning door
      and tonight
                       I miss
           You
                   or
                        me

I have no new insight to our plight in this world
Everyone has loved and lost
everyone has been scared to move closer
what is new? nothing
nothing I have to say is unique
or will bring you more clarity to your life
or mine
it's all been said
all been felt
all been done
over
and over
...but
to me
                to me
it's a dark, intense woods
it's the endless sea
the unexplored
the newly found
                to me
it's the depth and space between us
that i am not sure i can cross without losing my self
it's the lure of closeness
the calling of
                what could be

it appeared to be a place of hope
a place where I can safely spill my soul
into the river
the river where you swim
drip drip
slowly formed into a stream
rapidly becoming a river
and the water joined and danced
the river flowed and flowed
and in I slowly spilled my soul
knowing it was safe and whole
woke up
an open empty cup