these good days never end with a spark like they start
what was once resounding laughter fades into hushed tones
favorite crass comments said as jests are forgotten
endless conversations diminish to hazy thoughts left unsaid
different hands that fit together forget one another's touch
and these days disappear like the moon does at dawn

these good days never end with a spark - they dwindle slowly
but at least there is time for one to wave goodbye to them

This is what I feared would happen.
That you would prove me wrong,
And by wrong I mean right.

That all the doubts I had in the beginning,
Would make themselves come true.

That I would set my eyes on you,
And begin to see a glow.

That you would feed off of my emotions,
And make me forget for more than a second,
Black holes don't turn into stars.

Alone is as lonely as alone can be. I am alone and as lonely as can be. I wish to be free, I want to be free so please, somebody, come and set me free. Give me joy show me kindness and give me love truthfully. For I am so lonely and how lonely can lonely be? I am alone and alone is all I've ever seen.

In vicksburg national burial place of the dead

A silence cradles the land
Voices of the cemetery
Loudly utter, words
Stroking butter

The sound is not
Bland.

The union sleep
Still awake in their beds
The rain never falls
The rain is just as dead

The civil war hasn't ended
Cry the tears of seventeen thousand ghosts
These souls are remembered
By the vows that they took

Sleeplessly haunting
The visitors to their arrival

The dead more than living
Are awake to the grassy place so vital

The war still goes on
Though to us it has ended
These men are still seen in their
Clothing unattended

Their plans ended shortly

Their plans unamended

This place awakes the voices
Of the wars recommended

I think about my past
In how I wanted you
I burn on the inside
To get rid of you
The flames cease
My ashes come into view
Spelling your name

The clouds in
the sky
are talented contortionists

Vital beauty
to rival
the most talented goddess

My lungs eat
a meal
of purity and exhale clarity

My eyes ease
at the
sights of great complexity

I'm free to discover
the language
of the wind

Witness the birth
of
new generations

collecting quail eggs
in the morning summer heat
eleven spotted shells

Why does it matter the departure?
The first step ends in itself.