In the middle of the night,
we were cold rolling stones
in an empty street.

Our souls bundled up with some sense of permanence
as you walked me home for the last time;
It was home, for the last time.

The darkness of night trespassed my secret shelter,
at the lingering of our embrace.

The first and last warmth
I had felt,
was yours.

Morning would be colder,
I might not feel the same acquaintance with autumn
as I had with you.

I walked with you under trees,
spots of sunlight rested on our skin and clothes;
orange-gold leaves falling
around our bodies, softening the ground,
beneath our feet.

In our innocent nature,
we stood in defeat.

when you are around
I feel endless
Like memory
Cascading from
The mouth
Of love.

The thought of you
Is like the fire
You sleep next to
On the cold and lonely nights
When the only thing between
You and oblivion
Are the very stars
That invited you there
In the first place.
you are the echo
Of everything.
You
 are the inescapable mirror
That I have somehow
NEVER been afraid to gaze in.

If you try to hold on
With all your might
You'll break your arms
From holding too tight.

Set free the heart
And the spirit takes flight.
Why be heavy
When you could be light?

A heavy heart
Will dwell in sorrow;
The tender moments of today
Are the bittersweet
Of tomorrow.

He was:
hard to hold
but impossible
to forget.

He could show you forever
In a single glance;
a glimpse into love,
untimely romance.

when I try to understand
the immensity of what I feel;

My heart on the line,
his hand on the reel.

I want to first thank
my heart

for letting go

And second
my hands

For growing tired
of tirelessly reciting
memories of you.

I’ve long grown quiet.

My heart,
no longer sings for you.

My pen,
no longer bleeds
for you.

Your love was the bloodstream of my words;
The echo of my heart’s song.

Though I am at
a loss for words,
I have learned
to listen close.

It was in our breaking
that love ran richest
through my blood.

In the tearing,
of my very soul
that light came rushing in
as if it had been veiled without my knowing.

Only through the tearing of hearts,
did your love have it’s way with me.

Only through infliction did the heart find room to grow.