today I am the boy
tomorrow I am the man
this evening I will be the soldier
last night I was the king

so many roles
so many parts
so many lines
that they’ve all lost
meaning

this is my life
this is myself
this is who I am
not who I chose to be

today I am
tomorrow I am not
tonight I will cry
right now I will smile

this ode to myself
this poem of self-absorption
this is who I am
but not how I got here

four lines again
four lines again
when will I write different
when will I write like I wish

today I am the boy
tomorrow I am the man
this now is frightening
but soon it won’t be
anything

Stuck in a lost place,
it is impossible to be happy with nothing or everything.
I don't know.
But I do know.
And all I want is you.
To be falling.
With you.

At times like these
I miss you the most
not with the pretentious serenity
of the night
but with the open ferocity of the sea.

I miss the salt in your
sweat mingling with
mine in the slow
melting surrender
of two soulless bodies
or two bodiless souls


I miss exploring
those geographical spaces
connecting me to your beyondness
under the familiar but
comforting garb of the mundane
(I just hate calling it history now)


But tell me
do you miss me?
Do you miss me
basking in the
obscurity of your shadows ?
do you miss the
salt in my tears…

for I suddenly remembered

I forgot even
How to cry ….