Is it wrong to
want a place
in your biography?

It seems to me that falling in love when you're lonely
is like going grocery shopping when you're hungry -
It will satisfy you for a while,
but when all is said and done,
you are left empty
of wallet or
of heart.

It was as if you were talking
about nothing more important
than the weather.
Blithely, you spoke of how
the cold front would move in and the winds would begin to shift,
causing the occasional sporadic shower that lasted no more
than a few short days.
But that "cold front" turned out to be a blizzard
and those "shifting winds" blew ice into my heart at 70 mph - freezing it in its broken state.
The "light showers" were waves of sleet
and it stormed inside my head for months instead of days.
I should have known better
than to believe a weather man.

It’s Thursday night
and she sits in the corner of her room
eating skittles and
watching the sun
fade behind the trees.
Painting her nails
a grayish-purple –
crowning each tip with glitter,
she wonders if life gets any better
than this moment?
Can it be any
less complex?
She feels that the
end must be near,
but here in this moment,
she is not afraid;
only anxious for it
to come to pass.

One night.
Two People.
Three words.
Never the same again.

I miss you,
****-it.
Tell your ghost
to leave me
alone.

Once upon a time, sweet soldier, we were everything!

We were shy glances and piercing stares,
bitter coffee and sweet cider,
nervous laughter and easy smiles.

We were all-nighters and painfully early mornings,
utter exhaustion and unexplainable energy,
distracted work days and focused only on each other.

We were photographs and video recordings,
magic tricks and storytelling,
Monty Python and Charlie the Unicorn imitators.
(We were total dorks!)

We were late night jogs and wrestling,
motorcycle rides and beach-walking,
seekers of adventure and last minute decision making.

We were short pecks on the cheek,
and long passionate kisses,
fierce embraces and soft caresses.

We were soul-searchers and wound-healers,
dreamers and risk-takers,
keepers of secrets and whisperers of truth.

We were sanity and craziness,
possibilities and improbabilities,
with everything and yet nothing going for us.

We were in love.