brick wall
years of graffiti ---
where are they now?

You will become a fantasy
where we never change and I can't help falling
in love with when I'm with you.

                      I was with you.
And now,
now nobody's home and I can't stop
It's too late
for goodbyes
so let me go love, don't leave me
waiting
I can wait forever because endings
are beginnings;

"Don't panic," you once said on the hill.

                    I'm on the hill.

And I panic.

Au revoir, you said.
*Au revoir.

the mild aroma
of roses tickled her nose---
*God bless you.

i couldn't quite
remember the last time it felt so right to be
tight in embrace until you
pulled away;
now all i do is try to forget

Another
drop of hope
runs past the bridge of my nose
but Lord knows it is destined
to drown with the rest.

Amidst the deafening silence looms a voice,
Heard not once, until - boom - a voice.

From where does it escape? I remain unsure
for it is not clear. I cannot assume the voice.

I begin to search, search for something more
yet I am still here, and only me it consumes (the voice).

Why am I the prey of this carnivorous beast?
My skin cannot camouflage! It is a lampoon, the voice.

I search and rummage and hear ticking tocks
and pay a visit to my wishes, they vacuum the voice.

I remember watching a steady steam rise,
And her dark hair would frizz and bloom... her voice.

At the end of an isle stand a man and a woman,
Their fingers intertwined, glued by the groom's voice ---

I feel a tingle on my face form Reality's swift slap;
"Natalie, I've been calling you." I swoon. His voice.