the unfamiliar haze of your absence
rested at the foot of my bed
it was pulling at me to get up
to brush your memory out of my head
it wrapped around my ankles
telling me to get up and move on
telling me you wouldn't come back
but you clogged up my mind
and wrecked my train of thought
so i stayed in my bed
and waiting for your return

Don't let it get you down,
all this bad news going 'round.
It's all inconsequential.

No need to fret
over stubbed toes, lost bets.
It means nothing to me.

As I
go down
this road,
I
begin to see
what it holds for me.

As the
clock turns,
I slowly learn
why it is
I'm trying

to

believe.

Aged wood cramped up
when once they combed
stars deny the elements
their indifference; mercy
pressing the fibers of
pity to a low and unsteady
hum.

Holding the self hostage
breathing deep
the ashes of
tradition's corpse

I see old friends going on with their lives.
Having kids, some party, others husbands and wives.
Here I sit, reminiscing, can't forget how far I've
Grown from everyone I've ever known.

Time, it slips from open fists.
My mark on the world, a dusty to-do list.
I stand on the edge of a growing distance,
.......................................................­..........

You would think
That every little thing
That reminds me of you
Would bring
A grin
Of nostalgia.

But that fan
That reminds me of the way
Your hair blew in the wind

And the blanket
That reminds me of the times
We hid ourselves from the world

Only further remind me
That I am here alone
With these memories
And you are back home.

The only one
That can turn an overwhelming moment
Into a lovely memory

I never know what to do
Or even what to say
When we talk death;
Somebody shares
With someone else
That the life of another
Has been taken away
They bow their head
They give their hand

I see them,
Those in mourning
Their eyes are filled
With memories they once
Shared with the departed
Trying to hold onto it
Trying to remember more
And more and more and more
The pain builds up
But the tear must drop
And it will splash forever