On a good day
we feel high
in the sun
on a sunday.
Beers in the driveway.
Why can't I stay?
With my broken sunglasses
I don't want to go home
Where is my home?
When we're sitting in the sun
anywhere feels right.

The color of heartbreak.


The     empty         spaces           of          heartbreak.

The SIZE of heartBREAK

But The Memory:

That night
That day
Those shoes
Your hair
That smell
That noise
That song
My stomach
Your hands

That beat you tapped out with your foot
                                Made me love you forever at that moment



The Beauty of heartbreak:


i was alive.

In my old apartment
I used to have
Red Curtains.

With widows open
They would mystically dance to my
Brighter thoughts of the afternoon

Like a woman dancing
A woman drifting
A woman breathing
They desired to be watched.

A memory they create for me.
A dream of a time we woke up to a seemingly red sun
Coming through.

Stretching
Smiling
Singing

We knew if would be a beautiful day.

Please Stay.

Intriguing Eyes
Meet across such rooms
So empty and
So full
Of people

And once they meet
They burn
In the dime light of a bedroom.

"Lay lady lay"
The music goes

And she lies
And he goes
And they go

By the spark of the dark
On the skin of the moment

Truth come to me
In the lightest light of morning light.

Follow me
Into the dusk of twilight
Where all the tiny particles of my day
Float up, up and away.

Save me
In the thirsty hour of midnight
In the pool of thick water that
Settles on my skin and thought.

But leave me now
In the honest hour of day break.
Leave me to hear that bird chirping
And to smell that fresh smell
Of window screen and lilac.

But truth, please enter me
In the late afternoon
Before all the tiny particles of my day
Float up, up and away.

Yesterday
Last night
And today
I recognized your face
fully for the first time.
I saw who you were
and you are beautiful.
You are a true soul
gravitating to all that is Good
all that is Pure.
Pulling me towards you
I become Good
I become Pure.
I am where I should be.

Happiness enters
me as I gravitate up to
You.

I am in awe of your face
I am falling for your hands
I am breathing you in forever.

and although this train selfishly slices through this humid July night and the long, tired miles that now separate us,
I  smile--for I know the rocking of this train is nothing but you with your arms around me.
You will always be around me.

I drove by your trailer the other night.
You had up those large old fashion red, green, and blue Christmas lights
on the two bushes by the front door.
It made me sting.

I wanted to rush inside,
to see you sitting there on your couch,
and to kiss you hard.

I wanted to burry my face in your shoulder and smell you,
cigarettes and all.

A pain I now feel,
A pain I cannot put a name to.

I miss you, I do.
Yet I know my dreams.
I know what I want for myself
For my lover
For my family.
And unfortunately,
as much as I wish it was you,
it
is
not.