Paused on the veranda
  for a poetic tête-à-tête,
we sipped vintage wine
  and spoke of days gone hither
      when we were much greener,
  tripping the nimbly light
   and guzzling cheap beer into
      the wee hours of night's obscurity,
wiser and older, yet still imagining
        one day we'll conquer the world,
resigned to this present moment
     we comfortably reminisce,
               midst the effervescent
                                bubbly of reality

Elusive moon beckons dark currents,
     sand's sparkling pageantry  
             drifts out midst frothing tide,
submerging lover's imprints 'neath
     the realm of alluring seascape illusions

There might come a time when you think I shouldn't say it so much.
Except every day, I'm gonna say I love you.
Gonna show you why you're such a treasure beyond measure.

Others will seek to be compared to you.
Except they don't understand this heart of mine you rule.
So when I do or don't see you in person.
Somehow , every day, I'm gonna say I love you.

Oh, some might state, it's over ****.
Or this feeling of mine isn't real.
Then again, they are not me truthfully.

Or know the scope of my feelings.
Least the way you do.

Metaphorically,

You were white
I was black
We could be grey
But we didn't know
How to mix colors

When I die,
I do not want vacuous truths at my written eulogy.
I do not want people hear lies about me.

“She was beautiful.”
I am not. I was not.
Beautiful people knew how to dress.
They do not act like an awkward mess.

“She was strong and brave.”
I am not. I was not.
Strong and brave people do not cry themselves to sleep.
They do not consider themselves as a heap

“She was smart.”
I am not. I was not.
Smart people are not afraid of choices they make.
They are confident about the risks they take.

Before I die,*
I want you to know that I am dull, anxious and dumb.
I am broken and small like a piece of crumb.