"No matter what happens, we'll never be strangers."

Days like this i wonder how you're doing.
Surely we could send each other a text,
but it becomes archaic.

You and I.
We used to talk under the stars.
Laughing till our faces turn blue.

I kept all your gifts.
A polaroid of us.
Memories.
Buried in a box.
Safe,like how you used to make me feel.

5 years ago,
You came up to me.
Like a dream.
The kind that always leaves.

5 years later,
You left me broken.
Like a record.

I watched you grow.
Like a lotus flower that grows out of the mud.
Slowly blossoms and rise above the muddy surface.

Now.
Im left with only memories of us.
Stored away in the back of my mind.

So nights like this.
When i need you most.
I reminisce all the good memories we had.
With tired eyes, tired mind, tired soul.

Just so you know.
If ever,in future you need me.
You don't have to call me.
Or drop a text.

Just run to me.
Like a kid running to the finishing line.
With arms wide open.
I welcome you.

I am not going to tell you that life will be easy.
Its gonna hit you hard.
Like a loud slap stung in the face.

But darling,
Don't you worry.
I've tried.
Catching all the pain i wanted to heal.

Those days when disappointment strikes.
Like a stab in the chest.
Say "Thank you".
Allow yourself to reach out for the stars.

Feel the pain.
That's only gonna make you stronger.
And darling.
Don't you ever apologize for the way your smile refuses to stop shining.
Your eyes refuses to stop glittering.  

Be brave.
Fight like a warrior.
And whisper.
You have yet to meet my mother.

If my wife had known that
She was marrying a poet
And she'd be spending the rest of her life in rhyme

I think if she had known it
It would have sent her over the edge
Or at least pretty close to the line

Poets never show it
But we never seem to grow up
I'm sure that's some sort of sign

That what goes on in our heads
Is nothing but a big mess
As we're stuck in the warp of time

I'm not sure she would have done it
The marrying of a poet
Cause who but a poet wants a life marred in rhyme

Your Daddy's voice sounds like thunder
Your Daddy's fists strike like lighting
His torrential rains pull you down under
Nothing to a child's more frighting

You shouldn't have to face the weather
As once again you brave the storm
No amount of sunshine will make it better
When you know what's still to come

There's also the worry these storms carry
From one generation to the next
And a coming storm that's left alone
Will level all that's in it's path
Until there's nothing but the pain of the storm left

I'm on a secret mission
If you promise not to tell
And if you all will carefully listen
To you now the beans I'll spill

I will share with you the highlights
Of my life as a spy
From the car chases to the bar fights
Adding my on touch of Savoir faire

You only THINK you know me
But you have no idea
My cover is in poetry
It keeps the spy in me well hid

And as long as I'm spilling secrets
Here's another one for the books
I don't even write my on poetry
It's the department in the basement that makes me look good

Now that all that's off my chest
I feel relief in all my spy claims
Anyways the spy business is nonsense
With all this work and no worldly change

this is the line
in the joke you can't remember

the tick tock of time
counting off the days that your here

the mercury dime
tossed in the wishing well

the measured worth of life
these days it's hard to tell

this is the height
that is taken from the depth

least we forget the bite
that holds the hand of death

the slice of the kitchen knife
that's used to cut the cord

what it is you thought you might
but you know you can't afford

this is the sign
that won't be around much longer

where you come back around to the line
in the joke you can't remember