I need a poem
That will lift me up
Way up to the sky
Chocolates won't do it
Cookies can't compete
Feed my stomach
With food
But my heart
With your poems

your name is
forbidden in
my mouth
or in my heart
because when
i think about
you;

i'll cry a little more,
hurt a little stronger
love a little softer
because you no longer
make me feel sober

i'm drunk on the
memory of you

My daughter talks to
her blueberries like
they're her friends.
My soul smiles
and I never want
it to end.

Like milk, your soul
pours into the hearts around you,
and your memory leaves remnants
of honey on their tongues.  

Yet you do not know.

Sometimes I forget who I am
And then I cry
Because I never remember

You keep telling, you love me.
And forever will.
You keep saying that you're sorry.
And in need of me.

But what you want?
I don't need.
What I need?
You don't want.
Will we ever, ever agree?

You keep telling me, I make you happy.
And always do.
You keep telling me I'm everything you need.
But this I just don't see.

But what I hope for?
You on a different page.
What you required?
Isn't coming from me?
Will we ever be on the same page?