Eighty, he cried for someone dead.

They knocked. The door knocked back.

The good morning news to nobody.

911 called, time of death answered.

Fingers left prints. Hands left bruises.

The birds will still sing tomorrow.

The diary never held many secrets.

He remembered her. She remembered nothing.

He waited for her to return.

Joining her on stage, her wife.

Lost hopes. Reward for their restoration.

The paramedic drove; their love rode.

"Goodbye sir. I'm sorry. I failed."

the echoes of silent sorrow
reverberate forever in solitude.
i'm trying to find your face in the dark,
but like everyone else,
i'm succumbing.
i'm getting lost.
moving feels like i'm stuck,
having to fight everything
and above all else myself.
you're such a far off goal
one i'll never reach,
but you light the path
and the world around me
if not for a few moments.

a few moments
isn't ideal to strive for
but it's all i'll ever have with you,
so i go the distance
and wear myself out trying
and in the end,
at least i tried.
and trying is the distant sister of success
so i continue to try to see your face in the dark,
and a few moments
where you light up the backdrops
going stealthily by me.
today--you said good morning
and after last night,
it meant the world to me.

|m.s.

i could
spend hours
under the night sky
of a bedroom
counting the stars
within someone's eyes.

|m.s.

i used to make wishes
on 11:11 for your love
but i've learned,
and now i wish to let you go.

|m.s.

i would rather be broken heart-ed
and watching you with someone else
than lose this friendship.
and it's disheartening
because i know you'll never like me back, my dear.
time and time again
i think that i'll never be with you
because it's such a surreal concept
and you're just a dream,
such a far off dream,
and i just need someone
and i usually only want you.

|m.s.

for just a quick moment
i laid my head on your chest
and i felt at home.
but quick moments
are what **** me.

|m.s.

i was laying down
and you laid down beside me for seconds
and i could feel the electricity
when our eyes connected
and when our bodies were near,
and as if you were electrocuted
you sat upright
and left me
with an aftershock.

|m.s.