I said that I would wait.
I put it down in words.
Even though the distance was slowly and painfully beginning to settle in,
I said I would wait.

I promised that regardless of what happened,
I’d wait,
Because somewhere, deep inside me, I knew we were worthy of it.

I returned,
Heavy bag in hand, tired eyes, heart full of hope,
But you weren’t waiting.

You stopped waiting.
You didn’t even have the courage to tell me about her.
After all our history, the years, the growing, the learning, the tears,
I thought you’d maybe wait.

But you didn’t.
You were gone before I could even touch you, smell you,
Hold you.

You didn’t wait.
And now, I sit here.  
I sit and wait,
I wait…
And wait…
But I’m not sure what I’m waiting for.

Because you were gone before I could even whisper “wait”.

my eyes
ask you silently.

i dont want the answer
the way i want you
but i can't
help myself.

can't help but
imagine that
this is the last time
you
will grace
me.

i can't remember
a life
without you and the
heady suffocation
of your
gut-curling, heart-pounding
presence.
you've clean-slated me
the way
broken glass can
purge human vision,

your intoxicating soul wrapping me up
in its heated hollowness,

in that warmth
which keeps me up at night
and makes me
wish i could
drown
in the heavy circle
of your body.

and i can't imagine why
i fear
your vanishing
when more often than not

you,
your soul,
and your broken glass

are
the stuff of my
haunting dreams.

These were her last words
Her last words before she was sent somewhere where she would never speak again.
A dimension completely different than ours,
Where there is no tomorrow, because there was no yesterday.  
The room went black and mist rose from the floorboards.
She gasped for breath and looked out toward her audience to help her,
Anything, anything that would even make her feel a little bit reassured.
But all that started back were their blank, blissfully unaware faces.  
She gives out one last scream as she sinks into the essence of her existence,
Thrown into which she always dreaded and hoped to never be apart,
Where sinners see the land that demons set forth for them.
No longer an angel, but nothing, nothing to anybody’s senses to ever experience again.
And yet to them, she still stood right there.
Goodbye, goodbye.

My mind floats in the abstract;
How might I attract
She
who dances to life?
I’m lost at a play,
My smiles and frowns all an act,
So that one day,
You might take my hand,
And fly away
with me.

Tommy sits on the stoop cigarette in mouth
he takes a drag, sighs, breathes out
the stars are out tonight, but these are the suburbs
they hide pretty deep in the clouds
Street lamps reflect the glitter in the asphalt
and innocence lays on the other side of the street

He knew happiness left in August with the wave of red
and green and gold just doesn't cut it
this town's boring enough as it is
worse when you're missing them

Sara sits in her bed she watches him leave
he's notch number three this week
she didn't know him, but this is college
morals and values are hazy here
an empty bed in the morning is simple
anything else just gets too complicated, for her

she left all respect for herself in that town
it's easier than working for something
that will never amount to anything
while you're missing them

Morgan steps off the platform. Train's not leaving tonight
she walks back wiping the tears she tried to fight
nothing's worse then feeling trapped
in a place you love, but just isn't home
and every time she looks forward it seems
something pushes her back

She knew that town only brought hurt
but home is home and she needed it
nothing's ever as bad as it could be
especially when you're missing them