Drained from the world she stands alone,
Without a partner to come home.
Many people have tried to conquer,
but, have failed to obtain her.
Does she reach for that which does not exist?
Or is she lingering on that soulful wish?
The light of her soul shines bright through her eyes,
& if you look deep in them you can hear her weary cries.
Screaming so loud yet stuck on mute,
Yet she throws them off because she's so cute.
They don't know.. how her heart cramps at night,
& how she holds her pillow o so tight.
Just for pretend to fill the empty space,
Trying hard to imagine him in the pillows place.
Why is he taking so long?
She is waiting, where you belong.

I poured my heart into your pages and you ripped it all to shreds.
And when you left I was lonely and I cried and the snowman we made smiled at me through the window. And then we kissed for the last time and I gave you my soul for you to keep.
For you to remember.
And I tried to count the days but the calendar turned red.
And it's been so long and I'm angry and the snowman we made lost his hat. And he melted and I froze and when you came back it was spring and we kissed and you brought me your heart and you gave me my soul.
And I melted.
You poured you heart into my pages and the calendar turned red.

my sunny days were spent
cooking plastic spaghetti noodles over
a wrinkled sticker depicting an oven eye
while kate shuffled through invisible mail
and tended to our adopted stuffed animals
imitating her mother’s affection.

my sunny days were spent
building lego castles on the cool screen-in porch
while the radio played mellow weezer
that was suddenly replaced by sparks
and foul smoke because of billy’s antics
with the hissing water hose.

my sunny days were spent
drawing tattered pirate maps on jelly-smudged
napkins that guided us—the brave hardened
rapscallions—to the attic to horde stores of
gold and to battle foes in the dusty shadows
with our swords made of cardboard.

my sunny days were spent
hiding and seeking until mom’s heels
clicked up the hot asphalt driveway where
she would chastise me for the mess i had made
of myself in cuts scrapes and grass stains
worn by me as medals of honor.