Saying goodbye
To someone you love
Is like reading the final page
Of an amazing book.

As the last chapter ends
You begin to notice
Just how beautiful
And perfect
The plot always was.  

You appreciate the joy
And even the pain
As you read and thumb
Through every page.

Finally understanding
The moral of the story,
You realize you've reached
The end of this journey.

Although the last sentence  
Is the most difficult to read
Another great book awaits
Once you turn the final page.

Eventually you may stumble
Upon yet another great find.
Or maybe you'll return
To the book you left behind.

You may just discover
Once all is said and done
That this particular book  
Was your favorite story
All along.

I sat there watching you and him,
wondering what has he got
that I don’t have
and then it hits me,
he has you

"I like you. But I have no idea how you feel about me.
And if we became lovers how different would our friendship be?
I've been hurt so many times, lost faith that love lasts forever.
I'm afraid to lose our friendship, just to be together.
Not sure if I should tell you, or just let it be?
They say love finds each other, Ill just wait and see."

He wants to say I love you,
but leaves it to goodnight.
because love means falling,
and she's afraid of heights.  

He wants to say I love you,
but doesn't want to lose her in morning light.
breaking her heart,
once again leaves it to goodnight.

She wants to say I love you,
but she thinks he won't love her.
When he texts goodnight,
he leaves her with a blur

She wants to say I love you,
but without a doubt
it's coming to an ending
friendship will be over now.

She types goodnight sweet-dreams,
and puts her phone down.
It lights again,
she sighs with a frown.

She reads the message,
well you know what happened,
As she read the message, her toes started tappin'
from her eyes to a heart,
the relationship got its start.

Once I spoke the language of the flowers,
Once I understood each word the caterpillar said,
Once I smiled in secret at the gossip of the starlings,
And shared a conversation with the housefly
in my bed.
Once I heard and answered all the questions
of the crickets,
And joined the crying of each falling dying
flake of snow,
Once I spoke the language of the flowers. . . .
How did it go?
How did it go?

the house next door makes me
sad.
both man and wife rise early and
go to work.
they arrive home in early evening.
they have a young boy and a girl.
by 9 p.m. all the lights in the house
are out.
the next morning both man and
wife rise early again and go to
work.
they return in early evening.
By 9 p.m. all the lights are
out.

the house next door makes me
sad.
the people are nice people, I
like them.

but I feel them drowning.
and I can't save them.

they are surviving.
they are not
homeless.

but the price is
terrible.

sometimes during the day
I will look at the house
and the house will look at
me
and the house will
weep, yes, it does, I
feel it.