Then there was you
And I
Saw you as true
As the wind

Or as a gas agents smile

Or a cloud
Lined
On the Carolina sky.

You were there
And I was
Here;
No denying it.

Recognition is
Never facing
Reality. Reality is facing
Cause with action, to take you
To the last place
You may be wanting to want.

But then,
I'm in love with you.

And all I want is

Midnight and the moon and a saxophone

That only knows our tune

Along with the piano and,

Death.

Is that so much to ask?

A perfect poem
You wrote once
Was the one
Thinking
Of a room full of friends

That would never fully understand you.

That's why there's jazz.

You love them.

You love them
Both.

If you tell me
There's a moon tonight,
I'll wait for it.

If you tell me
There's a sunrise at dusk
I'll wait for it.

If you tell me nothing,
If you give me nothing,
If you promise nothing,

I'll wait for it,

Because I was never waiting.

I am always here

With

And

Without you.

The burden
So little
So many
Envy of;
Fear,
Is the

Weight

Of becoming,

Which can
If
Done right

Last far past

One's concept
Of their

Own.

She takes me
As


I am

Fraught
And

as you

you

you my love


tweeen stars,

Nights are always longer
When the words
Don't seem to come
As easily as they did
The night before.

It's a nail
Under my naked foot.

It's a splinter
Through my
Fingernail.

It's that flash of death memory
Sliding down the hill behind the house
All alone
And barely catching myself
Before a split tree stump
Impaling my thigh,
Perhaps changing my life forever.

What could have been
And
What is now.

What could have been
And
What is now?

What could have been
And
What is, is.

Nights are always longer
When the words come
And they do not match
The feeling of, well,

I cannot say.

Off I go then,
Off

To another series

Of reiterative days

Aglow with

What could have been
And
What may different

Tomorrow.

I listen
To true lovers

Laugh

In the middle of the night
Through my thin walls
As dogs bark at ambulances
And the world
Braces itself for another burn;

And I

Suddenly believe

In

God again.

I like
To think
Of the last time

I saw you.

You were

Someone else,

Weren't you?

You said you were.