I wonder about those nights.
If she hadn't been there with you, might it have been me?
Had I said something earlier, stopped joking around for just a moment?
I think things would have been different.
If I'd only been quicker, the Summer would have been ours to keep.
Long nights talking, days spent laughing. Smoke from the fire, from the **** of a cigarette and the exhale of a pipe, curling up into the air like all our shared memories.
Perhaps it's not meant to be.
But maybe it is.

I suppose we'll have to wait and see.

She was slipping;
he was preoccupied.

in the morning
a gentle breeze,
a hot cup of tea,
a lovely song,
makes my day
perfect for me,
and you are
out of my life
i have moved on
and i am happy
about that,
i like my choices
i hope you like yours
good bye forever
my love

Poem Thief beware we are watching you.
You may steal our words, but you will not steal our resolve
There is another thing that you can not steal which is our Love and support for each other
You may think that you are invisible but you are not
Many eyes are watching you
What you think you do in silence could come to light in public someday
Just as good deeds become known, woe to the one doing bad deeds, someday they have to pay a very high price
I hope that if you read this, you will be nice and give proper credit to the Author's of the poems you stole
I also feel I should warn you that with every poem you steal, you might be losing a piece of your soul

That tragic moment
when I finally settle down
and realize...
I am upset over the idea
of our relationship ending...
rather than the suffocation  of it.
We both had become
tired and lazy
and selfish with our
understanding
and withholding...everything
resenting...everything
It had been way too long...
since we kissed...
circumstances...
were extraordinarily difficult
from the very beginning...
never really letting up for very long
and they took a heavy toll...
eventually we each
spun inward
unable to communicate
without offences.
So...
We each began letting go
insecurities ran rampant
it became too hard too hold on
so we let go...
a little bit at a time
first, of our desire
then
our ability to believe.
..in Us
and  what we had
was special to be real.
No one got what they wanted
No one is solely to blame
To  me...
that is the true tragedy..
what we could have...
should have been
That is where
my true sadness lies.
jammed between
the should haves and could haves
I hope we each
find our comforts.
I wished SO much...
Believed so hard...
That someday I would find you...
That when I did
I didn't see all the cracks...
Now it seems
the search begins again...
I am left to find
someone like you.

it was like
in the love that we had
I was the cracked earth
and you were the gorgeous drought
and we just couldn't find the rain