I guess
I'll go back to poetry
now that
the real thing is ending

It's hard to lose touch
when you finally found it
hard to imagine
being content
staring at computer eyes
and typing can never
replace her flesh and blood hand

yet the reality is we must part after meeting
so brief the moment
so unsweet the parting
I may write a poem full of tears
I may tear this **** keyboard apart

trying to make it all real once more
her feel her heart her love for me.

We do not have yesterday
That time has flown quickly by
A random series of moments
Gone in the blink of an eye

Such a pretty collection
Of memories to recall
Captured in dusty images
Hung the length of the hall

Every one is slowly fading
Was that shirt red or blue
Life quietly seeping away
With their diminishing hue

We do not have tomorrow
That is not how this world works
The future is a distant land
Where only the unknown lurks

Nothing but an empty canvas
Waiting without a frame
We paint it with expectation
In some kind of guessing game

There is no map to guide you
To show you the easy way
Just some unspoken promise
We have forgotten to say

We know all we have is now
This time is ours to own
One brief second to make a mark
One brief second then it's gone

Let our hearts beat together
In rhythm with earth and sky
Squeezing the most from today
No regrets we wave it goodbye

Nothing matters but this time
Enjoying the present with you
Until the sun splits the dark
And the world wakens anew

Searching for some sort of relevance
Something to tie me down
                    -or lift me up
Something to keep me in motion
                    -out of my emotions
On a path forward
Not back around
To when I was
                Sad and Disillusioned

There is a place far off into the night
Beyond the blackened sea and Out of sight


A sunken city below the waves
Once a bastion but now a grave


That once great city now had drowned
Yet its prince that was crowned

Had been quickly spirited away
Before the coming of that fateful day


Some say a creature and others a god
Had taken him away to a land abroad


Beyond the horizon where towers do stand
Heralding the border of the realm of man


The city now sunken in the deep of the sea
Abandoned eternal as it should be


All its inhabitants forgotten and dead
Save for the prince who was saved by a thread


Neither that city nor the young prince
Have ever been seen or heard from since


Yet in dark times at the end of days
When the world is shrouded by a cosmic haze


Might that sunken city rise once more
Showing the pathway to that ancient door


Opened only by the crown bloodstone
Whose sole possessor is the heir to the throne

I choose to believe that the moon's made of cheese
This tasty delight brings men to their knees

Is it brie? It's for me?
It's for everyone, dawg
The one thing I ask is that you please don't hog

The moon made of cheese
It's for you and for me
This yummy cheese ball is for all men to see

And now we can be
Finally free
Living as one under moons made of cheese

Sometimes I still wonder...
Why do I even wait for your name to light up my phone?
Why do I even wait for you to talk to me?
Why am I even waiting for you?
Why do I feel so hurt?

I know that I don't deserve you after everything,
Yet you're still the only person I want.