I think sometimes you are not there,
not where i need you to be.
Oh you,
you that i love without judgement or logical thinking,
you that i love with judgement and logical thinking.
You that i love,
with the face that you have between the night and the stars,
between the day and the sun,
my activism between the sheets and the words i write,
is blind and unforgiving.
Maybe i am going about this all wrong,
maybe there is something in the nothing of you,
in the everything of you between me the air and the oxygen and the exhale.
I breathe, something of you,
even though i think you are not there.
Within me you are, without me you are not,
My love,
my blood, inside races with a beat so strong not even a runaway train,
would survive the car crash of our mangled hearts.
Oh you,
I would like you to find me, in your thoughts,
in your air,
in your nothingness, without me,
not being there.
Are you there?

I think sometimes you are not there,
not where i need you to be.
Oh you,
you that i love without judgement or logical thinking,
you that i love with judgement and logical thinking.
You that i love,
with the face that you have between the night and the stars,
between the day and the sun,
my activism between the sheets and the words i write,
is blind and unforgiving.
Maybe i am going about this all wrong,
maybe there is something in the nothing of you,
in the everything of you between me the air and the oxygen and the exhale.
I breathe, something of you,
even though i think you are not there.
Within me you are, without me you are not,
My love,
my blood, inside races with a beat so strong not even a runaway train,
would survive the car crash of our mangled hearts.
Oh you,
I would like you to find me, in your thoughts,
in your air,
in your nothingness, without me,
not being there.
Are you there?

Beneath long lashes, misty clad,
      Your limpid eyes are sometimes sad;
            They bring to mind a homeless waif
                  Engulfed in rain with nowhere safe

Most times I find a cheerful light
      Within your eyes that sparkles bright,
            And though my thoughts I try to hide
                  My happiness wells up inside

At dawn I see your eyes aglow
      Like founts through which your passions flow;
            And when I’m low they always loom
                  Like morning glories through the gloom

Your smile ashine beneath my gaze
      Effulgent eyes beam all ablaze:
            A look, a touch, a kiss I yearn,
                  You slowly make my body burn

While at your side and in a heap
      I scanned your eyes, half closed, asleep,
            And as you slept with pillow clutched,
                  Your eyelids with my lips I touched

And if you’ve ever wondered why
      I try to search within each eye,
            Though past is past, your eyes remind
                  Of bygone times when love was kind

Yet, though your eyes still cast a spell
      They seem to bid a fond farewell,
            Reflecting but a fading storm
                  Although I know your thoughts are warm

But now our paths will part, alas,
      For good things always come to pass;
            Perhaps it lies within God’s ken
                  That someday we may meet again

it's hard to believe
that the world could keep spinning without you in it
but it's spun completely on it's axis
not once
but twice
and i must be off balance
because 730 days
feels an awful lot like yesterday