When you and I are old
Our bony fingers cold
Hair growing growing gray
You'll kiss me and you'll say
Remember when you cried
The day our hearts both died
You curled up on the floor
Smashed your head against the door
I'll chuckle and I'll smile
It will have been a while
Yes dear, but now you're mine
For that, was just a time.

August 5, 2015
How long do I have to look at the sky before I see a shooting star? Do you know I would wish for you to come home.

August 6, 2015
Today it rained in my living room; the couches are soaked. Maybe the rain cloud is just following me around. I didn't want to stay in my room anymore, a place you once laid your head.

August 7, 2015
I've made myself a promise: not to call until I have written at least three poems worthy enough to be heard by you.

August 8, 2015
If I master the art of cooking french toast would you come back over and sleep until breakfast?

August 9, 2015
The box sitting across the room from me that I have packed all of your things in nicely laughs at me whenever I look at it.

August 10, 2015
I read your horoscope to see how you're doing.

August 11, 2015
It's 2 AM and poetry dances through my pen. Every line has something to do with your nose.

August 12, 2015
When will I be able to start writing about your chapped lips and tender kisses again? When can I make up short songs and sing them softly into your ear as you laugh. When can I write about something other than my heart deflating a little more every time I think of you kissing my knuckles.

August 13, 2015
When people ask me about you, my tongue forgets how to say your name.

August 14, 2015
Today is the day I would have wished us a happy twenty month anniversary. I would have told you "sorry," even if none of this ever happened.

August 15, 2015
I've been sleeping on the floor at the foot of my mom's bed. I still hear echoes of our laughter in my room and I hate to feel alone enough to think of when we were happy.

Lets go where we can pluck the happiness
out of the jaws of sadness
and drive away those darkened corners.
Where we can burrow in only lighted tunnels
that have only honey phrases
we can lap up anytime we want.
Where we wear funny goggles
to comb through all the fields of thought.
Where we can jump from one cloud of happy
vision to the next and swim and
drink freely in the cool labyrinths
Lets meet inside on the merry round.