Since you cannot be here in
My waking state, in my dreams
You do appear.

Perhaps you’re slightly taller
Than I recall. Yet my hand still
Fits perfectly within yours.

But one thing is never
Right. The most important
Thing. Our kiss. Not just
Yours or mine, but ours.

Too much or too little
Of something it always
Happens to be. Never
Good enough.

So I must wait until
We meet again to
Share the perfection
That is our
Kiss.

It’s not about having fun,
I’m not sure it ever was.

Trying to **** in air
With every other labored step
Is not effortless.

Negative thoughts creep
Through my head, slowing
My pace even more.

Is this the fourth time
I’ve held down my breakfast, or
The fifth?

I hear the cheers and support of
The crowd!...for other runners.
I get the blank stares and an occasional
Polite clap or two.

If only my **** pride
Would let me just stop and
Walk away without a second thought.

But, I started this,
The least I can do is finish.

Maybe next time.

Just another day in this place.

I walk back and forth in the winter cold,
Looking at the gum and cigarette littered ground.

Not yet used salt crystals climb
Into the small cracks of my shoes.
I glance down only to find out they’ve
Marked my soles with their white dust.

Stomping and shuffling on the carpet
Can only get out so much.

As I march down the same path
I do everyday, see the people I always see,
I sigh inwardly at the thought of doing all
This again tomorrow.

"Oh, you girls look so young!"

Yeah, lady?

Well you look old.

60's?
No?
Is that offensive?

Then maybe you should keep your opinions to yourself.

The bright yellow-green leaves
Flutter like butterflies struggling
To to hang on to the weak branches
As the fierce wind surges through
The diminutive tree.

Rain weeps loudly from
The silver gray clouds that
Blanket the sky completely,
Snuffing out any chance of sunlight.

The golds, auburns, and bright reds
Litter the ground, making a
Colorful, abstract mosaic.

Too soon, I think. Too quick
The weather has changed from
Summer to fall. Winter's voice
Is whispering to the trees, a
Warning it gives. I am coming.

I did not imagine
Those fierce dark eyes
Gazing upon me.

Though darkness clouded
My eyes and perhaps mind.

The glow of the full moon
Shone within those ever
watchful unblinking disks.

Have I fallen prey to a
Beast of the night?
Or is my mind just
Thinking the worst?

As I come closer to them
And they come closer to I,
Neither faltered in the slow
But constant pace forward.

Forward and forward we went
until the body to which
The eyes belonged to could be seen.

"I have seen you before." Said I.

No reply.

"Your hair, it flows in waves
Like mine. And your dress,
'Tis the same hue as mine."

Again, no reply.

I reached out my hand to
Perhaps touch this mute creature
But in the place of flesh and cloth,
All that was felt beneath my fingers
was a cold, flat barrier.

It felt the same thing, for it's fingers
Were against the barrier alike to mine.

We began pounding on the blockade
So that we could finally reach each other
Until it finally broke into small shards
at my feet.

I looked up but could find no
Sign of those eyes.

Looking at the broken pieces
At my feet, I found them,
Staring back up at me.
But this time was different.
The once two eyes that gazed on me
Was now a hundred.

Frightened, I retreated back to which I came
And sat on the cold wooden floor.

Sleep never overcame me
And soon dawn approached.

It was then I discovered,
The origin of the eyes.

I am plain and small,
So how could you love me?

You're distinct and petite,
Why wouldn't I love you?

My cheeks are blotched and crimson,
So how could you love me?

Your cheeks are rosy and glowing,
Why wouldn't I love you?

I am penniless and have nothing,
So how could you love me?

Riches and objects are meaningless,
Why wouldn't I love you?

She is lovely and accomplished,
So how could you love me?

She is gaudy and fake,
Why wouldn't I love you?

I am nothing and you are everything,
So how could you love me?

I'm nothing and you're everything,
That is why I love you.