I don't care anymore
About long held childhood dreams
Just give me my fields and my forests
Or a rocky perch o'er looking the sea
It's in such places that I can gather my thoughts
And write the words in my mind
Its in such places that I can get lost
Forget the rest of mankind
Here in the solitude away from turmoil
Here my mind is at rest
The smell of the pine trees or the sound of the waves
Tis in such a place you can lay down and rest

If              v
   the     a      e
         w              s         to                       today
                         were             come                     would                 would
                                                           ­                           you        or        you
             ­                                                                 ­              drown            drink?

Me and you
We're pieces that don't fit
Anywhere
But I'm finally starting to realise
That maybe we don't have to
The puzzle does not need to be complete
We're not broken

loss
loss,
there are...
many types,
many degrees,
to lose your car keys
one end of the spectrum,
to lose a person you loved,
to an argument, difficult,
but to lose them to death....
                            off the scale.

If you asked me what I missed,
could I say anything at all?

Homework
and lost words.
Homeward.
and Route 12,
northbound.
Your smile poking its way through.
The tight black skirt,
more cleavage than tee shirt.
A walk or two,
and a view, straight through.
A meticulous routine to undress;
the wood-pellet stove keeping it hot.
The butterfly that was never caught.
Every box of Mike & Ikes bought.
An arbitrary laugh, a foreshadowing sunset-
a neck full of bruises and sweat.
The mocha-chip Thursday Nights at eight.
All the way back to a single Ferris wheel-
an ironically fatal first date.

If you asked me what I miss,
would I say anything at all?