When we walk I just  
Stare at you looking ahead
Like your eyes are trying to escape your head
And your feet are not moving
Swiftly enough for them
Your mind holds the future
And your mouth tries to say it
But your lips fail to move
Fast enough to explain it
My eyes are trying to
See into you and understand
Your arm that’s swinging pulling
Me along quicker with you
When we walk

Can I hold your hand
not a hug
nor a kiss
just the clasp of your fingers
around my palm
feel the veins of blood 
filled with love
against my own, pulsing
and the tapping of fingertips
and nerves tingling
the tender roughness
colliding with my own
A firebrand of fingers
burning for mine
can I just hold your hand

So you are gone,
and I miss you more than  I should,
considering I do not really know you that good.
During your absence I can still live.
I am breathing air.
Yet there is a void
with you not there.

is a horrible thing.
It's wishing death upon
someone or something.
It's like love in the way of,
if it's not in your life, you
don't care that much.
Some people wish
they wouldn't or they don't,
they can't or they won't,
have hate in their hearts,
but really its on their part
whether or not the accept the crime.
The crime might be in their hearts,
but not in mine.