I trudged away from the library
zippered up coat as i walked
put my hands in my pockets
keep warm

I walk past the metal grate
that leads to the source of wind
down the curb onto the lot

I see ahead
the glass behemoth
and metal structure
that holds lectures
and seats.
And beside this giant,
on the sidewalk below,
is the place
where i told you
"i love you"

We wrote our names in the snow
and connected them with a cross
i did my best to shape a heart around us
as you shaped my heart with your hands

We were embarrassed
when our friends almost saw,
but they trampled over it instead
not caring.
We laughed at this,
a sigh of relief.

Would it have been that bad?
probably not,
yet we feared being cute.
it was not befitting of our love

And now, the summer has melted away that time.
we grew a p a r t
as the sun shone down on us.
and as the autumn inhaled her icy breath,
we exhaled our last.

Nov 24, 2011

I am a pretty quiet guy.

I love math.
No matter what happens,
the rules don't change.
She is always quiet,
and I know what to do to make her happy.
She doesn't change her mind,
and she's always a constant.

I like to write.
I like the way words roll over my tongue
how they fit through my lips.
Language will always be there,
she will never take her self away,
leaving my lips to quiver in silence

I love music.
It is the kiss to my cheek when I wake,
and when I fall asleep.
Major or minor, her notes stay the same.
Always will she whisper sweet nothings in my ear,
never will she change.

I like to observe others.
How they interact,
how they mingle with each other
and show themselves off.
How they give subtle hints of their motives
in the hopes others will notice.
At a distance, I will never get hurt.
No one will ever call me out,
or tell me they're not sure whether they love me

I like to be alone.
I like the silence that only I can provide
I don't have to make light conversation
Or worry about whether I'm saying the right things,
which is good, because my mouth is a grave.

Merrick, nov 20, 2011.

I decided I would walk downtown today,
past the irish pubs
and the fancy restaurants
on the oldest street in town

The icy air pulled at my cheeks,
making them hurt and go red,
like my grandmother.

I stuffed my hands into the
wool encases,
******* for each arm.

it comes as a shock,
feeling the final gasp of autumn
at the hands of winter,
triumphant.

I approach the familiar red globe
and two curvy tails
perched atop the glass titanic
reaching to the sky,
scraping our gas giant
with the edge of it's mirrors

But it is in this reflection
that strikes me,
more than the blinding light of the sun,
or the loud music across the street.

I walk alone.

I do not see your hands in mine
or your modest black skirt.

your beautiful bright brown eyes
no longer look into mine,
your glowing face no longer comforts me.
I can't see your hair,
or smell the smell of j-lo
coming from your skin.

I can't see your smile
in the mirror reflection,
and I can't see your beauty;
not for awhile.

A man takes your place for a moment-
he walks promptly past me,
grey briefcase in hand.

Stiff shoulders replace your soft skin.


he stays only long enough to snap me back.

back to without you.


Merrick
Nov 24,2011

I took your photo from the whiteboard
where we keep our memories
safe from being worn and old;
where we remain forever
in youthful pleasure.

I hated how your bright playful eyes
stared back at me in love
and how I couldn't see them anymore.

In a grey picture
I rest my head upon your shoulder,
I'm trying to be my regular goofy self.
Looking at it now,
seeming so far away,
I cough up a laugh.
My nose is stuffy with the memory.

Merrick