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Liz Anne Mar 2012
                            
I can’t say you are here
                                  
When you never were before
                                            
Candles flicker when the wind blows
                                                    
It’s finally easy for me to say it was never you
                                                            
Headstrong horsemen won’t yet bring your apocalypse
                                                            
Touch, taste, and texture your flesh is wrong
                                                    
The greedy end, my bitterness befriends
                                            
Licking flames need to breathe
                                  
I fight my own fierce wind
Liz Anne Mar 2012
Objects in mirror . . .


                                        Look like the playthings of my past

                                        As they stand a little smaller than I recall

                                        They're the candles that left their scars

                                        When they branded me their soft memory

                                        They became hastily written notes on hand

                                        And long battered clothes I threw away

                                        That haunted my flourishing faltering ways

                                        Every one a sweet and long forgotten drop

                                        Swallowed in a stubborn summer fade

                                        I waited for the chance to come and go

                                        So I could watch each and every one erase

                                        But now I find my waving good-byes


                                                     ­                                                              . . . Are closer than they appear
Liz Anne Mar 2012
I'm only in love when you're not

You're unhappy when I'm content to be apart

Your dreams often ride on my wings

When I choose to fly not nearly that high

My happiness if often shattered

When you choose to let go of my heart

I think perhaps if love can't reconcile

Its best if we both move on

But in that moment perhaps

                             We'd be in love again
Liz Anne Mar 2012
Tonight I'd tell you
If you only wanted to know
I'm afraid you won't ask
Because its already hard
To let go
But I wish you would
Tonight you could tell me
If only you wanted to
I wait to hear your answer
To a question I can't ask
Tonight is just a moment
I won't think about tomorrow
If I could only let you know
Liz Anne Mar 2012
I know you're awake.
What are you doing?
Looking at the stars aren't you?

I know you wanted me to see them.
But I'm too tired to go out into the cold.
Would you tell me about them anyway?
I bet if I closed my eyes I could see them through your eyes.

Tell me.

Is Orion there?
He's my favorite you know.
He's strong.
Every time I see him his bow is drawn with purpose.
Even if the purpose is unbeknownst to me.
Can you see him?

And the moon.
Would you tell me about the moon?
I love her best.
Her light never burns or blinds.
She is kind.

Could you just whisper to me about the sky?
I want to fall asleep to the night and you.
Liz Anne Mar 2012
Like a melody
Without the lyrics
We speak
Without the words

You know                                                                                                                          
I know more than she does                                                                                                                      

                                                                                                                      I know
                                                                                                                 You wanted a warm embrace

You know                                                                                                                        
I thought you wouldn't tell me why                                                                                                                          

                                                                                                                      I know
                                                                                                                         You shook my hand but wanted more

You know                                                                                                                    
I was the first to care as much as I did                                                                                                                      

We both know
Our moment's past
Even if we didn't
See it go
Liz Anne Mar 2012
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And when I'm old and lazy
I'll look at the young and flighty
And say there ain't nothing profound
To be found
In a passing rain
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