cigarette butts on the ash tray.
a bouquet of white roses
neatly tied together with a note
stuck that read, sorry in a sloppy
cursive way. resting on the
on the chair like it was given
couple of hours ago. paintings of
their love hung on cream colored walls.

You opened me
tore me
broke me
all in one glance

You caught me
took me
kept me
in that glance

I couldn't see
couldn't feel
couldn't move
all in one glance

I stayed and
hoped and
prayed
in your glance

You changed me
along with
everything i knew
in that glance

You may not have all of me,
for all I cannot give.

But you can have the part
of me only you know
was hid.

You reached inside my
darkness and gave me back
my light.

You gave to me so easily
and held me through the
night.

You washed away the
doubts I had with every
gentle kiss.

And brought the kind of
passion I never knew I
missed.

You may not have all of me
for all of me I cannot give.

But you can have the part
of me that no one ever did.                                            Jon York   2019

can't

seem

to
get
rid
of
this
empty
feeling you created.
          -  maybe i shouldn't have met you.

if dreams were real
like they said.

wouldn’t you
   meet me?
                                                        
under                               *    
                                   *      *     *     *      *
                                   *         the      *   *
                          *      *      *          *    *      ­
                                    *        eiffel         *     *  
                          *             *           *             *       *
                        *       *          t o w e r         *         *
                       *    *      *      *        *        *          *     *
                              *    where lovers meet.

one summer morning
        I’ll see you
             again.
              
told
           another dream
                 from a
                 dream
                  itself.