The man at the bar
He is a young ****
He's got years on his slate
Double my own

A bottle of scotch
He swishes away
The British way

Born in London
Now a Southerner

Touring the country
With his Wife,
Elene

Not missing a thing
Quite the engineer

Laughing away
With each glass
The bartender brings

Flapping his yap
At the pretty young miss
Residing at the bar
Enjoying her dinner
No longer feeling a part
From the crowd

The less I feel
The less I hate

The less I breathe
The less air I take

The less I see
The less I need

There could have been the world for us
There could have been endless nights
Passed out on the couch
Locked in each others arms
No reality
But our own
Happiness in the smiles we proposed

The strange thing is,
You two are a completion
Of one
Deciding on only a half
I would always be missing some


The weird thing is,
Sometimes the pair of you
Do not cross my mind for a day or two


Just suddenly do I think hey
Remember that day?


In that moment, I breathe the thoughts away
I'm just a disease
Hoping to infect a perfect combination of graffiti
Not stopping to think
Girl, you've got ***** too


Not the kind found on Christmas trees
Not the kind between your knees


Just the kind that
Make me speak up
For my own needs

I miss the fun
The excitement always stirred up
When near the perfect pair


The anxiety I felt
When caught off guard
Running with the wind
To dash off from the man
Who threatened our gear
With his bright lights
And badge of fake gold


One of you stands bold
As the other lingers
Lingers...
In the right direction

I hate that we are vague
I hate that I want to pour out all these words onto you

I hate that I threw away the many pages
Of words written about you

This is not written
In sadness
Or regret

Just annoyance
In letting myself try to trust

That man was just a boy
With psychotic tendencies

He would have broken my face
If I had stayed in place

He ripped those pages
To shreds almost
In his jealous rage

It was the past,
The past I tell you!

How can one be so angry over
Past memories?

Like swimming in ripped jeans
They can be disposed of
With the torn seams
No worries there

Been reading poems lately
And they've led me to thoughts of you
Memories just came up
Of all that you wrote
In my high school yearbook

I write often now
Not sure if you were aware
I wrote back there
There, then back when
We were a pair

I hope this does not muck up
Your day
My plan is just to
Open up
And breathe

Past feelings have come up
Due to these memories
That I have stirred awake

I made plenty of mistakes
Of that, I am sure you know
All I hope for now
Is for your intelligence
To be brought out
And shown to the world
Because I always listened when you spoke
Words on the phone
Or those that were on paper

You've got quite a rhyme scheme
You always were so clean
Often just stepping out of the shower
It seemed like, walking towards me

In the airport
You held such a handsome smile
Blue eyes that could shine for miles

We never used to let go
Not back then
We would hold tight
With an iron grip hold
Breaking briefly to make a mold

Cried tear after tear
Back then
Those days long gone

I'm looking for real friends
Not ill effects

I don't want your fickle friendship
Where I hold regrets

Getting lost in weekend plans
When I just want to chill on the quiet land
Where the birds are the only noise around

Except when our voices
Compare notes
And we laugh as we pass the roads
That lead to nowhere
And everywhere in between