All of our memories are ghosts
Shadows of broken knives
Sketches of passing time.
They sit still on lasting years
Cradled on puppet strings
Masked away history.
We forget that they wait
Embedded in a secret
Lost among sleep.
Let it be.

The fireflies bloomed an indiscrete love
And we cursed at the shadows
Of an infinite dark.
The good nights remained
In a thought of a kiss.
And we ran
For youth was a liar.

He comes into the kitchen cold as night
and we fight because love bickers
The news on the tv flickers red
and we hate because we think we have to
She falls in the direction of the rose
and she breaks because lust is an ending
The clock sticks to the ticking of a hand
and I wait because nothing is lovely

Quick glances into the corner of his eye
Side smiles inspired by a fallen lullaby
We dance like lost souls on ice

Murmured hellos to a love that is only mine
Captured secrets that prance in the middle of time
Whispered footsteps that run to the rhythm of crime
We love with a heart that died

I want you to see me here
Waiting for you to realize my fear
So your lips will crawl so near
You love me, my dear.

Here we wrote a broken book
One that's told by a lovely crook
Who lived his life bent to defy
History seen from a man's good eye.

The hero lost to a man he fought
A stranger who broke down and caught
Rain that slipped from behind a cloud
And landed on a bride who vowed.

Through fairytales and twisted schemes
A little girl in war still dreams
Of promises devoid in books
The truth abandoned in her looks.

We hide away from truths we seek
Questioning the ways we sneak
Beneath the lies of death that bled
Are the ends of stories left unsaid.

On October 5th the moon dances
The trees sway
The voices pound the cement
All like they did on October 4th, 3rd, 2nd
The wind sweeps the air a little harder
And rain slips from beneath a gray cloud
But otherwise the world as we know it is the same
Except a stranger’s mother died
And another shadow lost a life
And the voiceless man fought a war
And everything as we know it
Disappears in the night
But here I am again.
So tell me, what do I do?

I am ready.
To fall apart.
To meet you.
Again.
Say 'I love you's' in a park.
To hate when it breaks.
I met you somewhere along an avenue.
Coffee, I suppose.
And then I lost you. Again.
Found you. In a place of expected conquers.
Kiss me. Please. Just once.
For old time's sake.
You've moved on.
So have I.
Just not with you.