I say, "hunger"
you say yes and I want to show that you are art.

I want to watch your compassion radiate a phosphorescent glow and your untrained talent play out in shaking droplets over plastic keys and strings

and honey,
you look like a god tonight

what's your name

i've long since
recycled
that letter
you sent me
but it came back today
in a notebook
i bought
at walmart
your words live on,
you *******

allow me to introduce myself
I mean, is that okay with you?
I didn't mean to interrupt
or come across as abrupt
but I'm so used to seeing in black and white
and you're emulating a green light --
I can't help myself
I'm Noah
(******, I said my name wrong)

it's been a journey hasn't it?
fascinated by differences that revealed our deepest secrets
that we told no soul yet felt consoled by the meanings
of each others thoughts, opinions, ideals; now I'm dealing
with this crazy sense
that I'll never find anything as fascinating again.

I admit, I was a little over my head
trying to be Superman
tackling problems I didn't even understand
I was your biggest fan, of your ideals
the way you could comprehend
what I tried to explain
when I didn't think anyone could or can.
It's bothering me
that you might not comprehend again.

I guess it's on me
for being too blind to see
that we couldn't be on the same team if I tried chasing a different dream
that I believed was the key for me.
Now I'm sitting here hoping the combination is correct
"only time will tell"

well
while time drifts us afar
just know I'm wishing we'll float back together
some way, somehow
and if you comprehend this
I'll know the magic hasn't ended
between us... whatever it is.
So
until our friendship is mended
I'll be in the distance
my copacetic presence
waiting for you to become my yin again.
                                  

                                                    -*Me

We kinda hop our way along--
with purpose, don't get me wrong--
on a quest to find what we need to survive.
Every now and then, we stop, pause
we think we've found it, but we're surely wrong
and we continue to play this game of hide 'n seek
knowing that if we find it, we'll keep it,
for without it, we're weak...we're incomplete.
And the thing is, we can't stop searching
using this burning instinct to lead us on this never ending journey
To nirvana
Or oblivion

it isn't just me
that loves you

it isn't just me
that fell for
everything
you are

it isn't just me
that are now
broken pieces
amongst many
(c.r)