Childhood,
that's when laughing was easy,
remember?

Back when blue was our favorite color
And sheets, boxes and cushions
were the best toys,
and bedroom window was our television
for the outside world.

Back when the lost and lonely followed us home,
and we had two families
And running in the backyard
was a smell of sweet freedom.

Back when swimming in the creeks was alright
and tree swings were the greatest invention
and candies can make you laugh all day.

Back when stones, shells and coins were treasures
and simple words were the sweetest thought
that comes out of our lips.
and writing songs about a life we never knew
was almost a second nature,
that life was as good as it seemed.

Today I cried because I can see it,
     I can feel it.
Like a movie in my mind
     I see you and I in our kitchen,
     A million trinkets and mugs.
I can feel you in the whisper of asking
     If I want pancakes or waffles;
           with jam or syrup.
I can feel you
     In the nothingness of our mornings.
I see you in the heated debate of the evening
     And suddenly
     There is nowhere in my future I can see without you.
I know I always do this
     I always see a star and form a constellation
           but this time I'm right
     When you look at me
           it all makes sense and I know
           I need you here in all of my tomorrows.
     But it hurts to wait through all of the today's.
I know you don't believe I can see the future
     but this is so natural
The blood in my veins
     You are the beating of my heart.

I always told my friends to think of words as chocolate
When someone writes beautiful things
It's Galaxy, it's Cadbury's to me
You hold them on your tongue and you savour
You want more, it's sheer gluttony,
But people applaud you for that,
You don't get fat on words,
People won't judge you when you sneak downstairs late at night for a midnight snack of words.
You're still a size 12 when you've overdone it on the words.
And poetry? Well that's the best chocolate there is.

I
Took
Too
Many
Pain
Pills
And
Now
I'm
Numb.

I can feel the strings,
the string of a wooden guitar,
acoustic and beautiful,
I pluck the strings one by one,
and I listen to their hum,
it reminds me of us,
how we are alone,
how we were alone,
before we met each other,
but when we got together,
joy filled my every bone,
and just like the guitar,
the strings work together to produce something great.