" The bus ran late as i stood in the fog lighting
my cigar, and there you are.
Like a genie exiting from your bottle.
The aroma of the cherry blend smoke
filling the air with the dampness only England
can bare presented a perfect match of us two
just standing there.
Leaving London was immediately put on hold,
you captured my soul.
A taxi pulled up as if it was sent from up above.
We entered, and she spoke. "Take us to a place
where we are to make love."
Thoughts raced through his mind of what
the future may hold.
Living in the States with a job that awaits.
Can he be so bold?
The ride comes to an end, and pays the fair.
A doorman greets them with a hardy cheer.
Making their way through the lobby they
reach the front desk.
Keys to their room are handed to the lady.
She holds them tight up against her *******.
They exit the elevator on the 10th floor,
she injects the key to open the room door.
Making her way to the bathroom in order
to freshen up.
He takes a sit on the bed lays back only to pass out.
A tug on his shoulder, he awakes, with the bus driver
letting him know they're at the last stop."

" It's now Friday night i'm walking through the park
thinking how we never made it to our time of reminiscing.
I can still hear the lyrics of the  great Little River Band in our time,
and how we were living up to that moment.
Being able to look back on the wonderful years,
it only feels right when both are holding hands.
I'm now company to a park bench seeing couples
walking by.
Every once in awhile, a smile, and a hi..
Getting old is not bad at all. I live with that
each day, but being on this park bench alone
can turn the deepest blue sky's gray.
So. To all that may have heard "REMINISCING,
and in Love.
I hope that your days of "Walking through the park & Reminiscing
comes your way with a flock of white doves."....

I've said goodbye at bus stops
In coffee shops, on planes.
In broken down hotel rooms
and in sudden summer rains.
I've said it without speaking
when I could not find the words.
In parking lots, at funerals
and to the song of birds.
When forced to without meaning it
I've even said it too,
but the hardest thing I'll ever do
is say goodbye to you.

I'm done with her,
and I'm done with him.
I'm done with you,
and I'm done with me.
I'm done with school,
and I'm done with work.
Yet here I am.
"What are you talking about honey? You've just began."

I am a writer, yet often the little daily goal box to "write something" remains unchecked.
I am a photographer, but my camera has dust on it and my uploading sites are sparsely filled.
I am an academic, yet for the most part I find myself only studying what is given to me while the material I've collected remains halfway read.
I am a reader, but I keep rereading the same books and they don't get opened every night.
I am a loner, but I have those I love and those who love me.
I am quiet, but I must speak 80,000 words a day.
I am a horse owner, but the leather of my saddle creaks and groans with disuse.
I am a fan, but episodes are left unwatched.
I am young, but I do not have much energy.
I am in love, but I do not get to see her but once every few months.
I am in a long distance relationship, but I'm not much good at setting up Skype dates or leaving her messages on Facebook.
I am a performer, but I have not touched a stage in over a year.
I am a gamer, but I only play one game.
I am a dork, but I smoke cigarettes and drink black coffee.
I am a nerd, but I was never much into comics and I do not wear glasses.
I am mentally ill, but I talk to therapists as though I am upbeat and I am not behind on my schoolwork.
I am a musician, but I cannot play an instrument though I've tried many times.
I am a blogger, but I've let many die and I do not network well.
I am of the computer generation, but I could not explain how a computer works.
I am a daughter, but for many years I hated my parents.
I am a sister, but I have to remind myself to speak to my siblings.
I am a friend, but I prefer to keep to myself and I don't always have the right thing to say.
I am American, but I don't know much about politics and I don't like apple pie.
I am a vegetarian, but I have to eat fish sometimes.
I am gay, but I don't know exactly how to explain so that other people who have questions understand.
I am a student, but sometimes I don't feel like I'm much good at "critical thinking."
I am sad, but I smile.
I am an optimist, but I am cynical sometimes.
I am guarded, but I spill myself.
I am myself, but I don't know who I am.

I am not much good at being the things I am.