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Lonely car seat
next to me on a long journey

lonely theater seat
next to me watching a movie

Lonely pillow
next to mine

lonely heart
lonely mind

empty seat at the table

empty drink at the bar

empty promises
empty heart

tattered man

tattered life

tattered hopes

tattered dreams

tattered things don't carry meaning

so why should a man lonely, empty and tattered live on?
© Nathaniel Justice 2010
Melancholy heart,
don't cry with your sickness,
the sun rises yet again on her today.
Melancholy,
Oh Heart
How did you break so easy?
Oh heart that sickness
flows so easy through your veins,
Once we had such an embrace
and now I have separated  myself from you
oh melancholy heart.
Will you beat again in a fashion
to embrace my soul?
I dream not of youth or everlasting life
but just an embrace of a blissful heart.
Oh blissful heart where are you?
© Nathaniel Justice 2010
I loved you before I ever knew you.
Sitting in my chalk on the side walk
Waiting for the rain to wash away the days work,
Hearing your hills, click, clack against the rough concrete pavement
You were wearing your mothers shoes, dressed in her hat and gown
Parading around the cul-de-sac in that bright red lipstick.

I loved you from day one.
When you tumbled, tripping on that long gown,
Scraping your knees
And me lending you my sucker so you wouldn’t cry.

I loved you through the years.
Through the fights, the heart ach,
Through your mother’s death,
And your father’s *****.

I loved you when you loved him.
Through the pain he caused you and the
Depression you caused me.
The tears we both cried.

I loved you when you took my hand and said Forever.
Through the first time we made love married.

I loved you when you had our child.
She looks just like her mother.

I loved you .
When you were laying there
with the cancer that killed your mother.

I loved you , and couldn’t say goodbye.
© Nathaniel Justice 2010
Hello old friend
Step across the door and have coffee with me.
It’s been so long since we have talked.
Sit at my table and I’ll get the cups,
How many sugars do you take?
Ah I remember, black, you still haven’t changed.
Now what brings you to this part of town?
You’re usually prolonged at the hospital seeing the sick.
All in good time I suppose.
Won’t you let me take your coat, and let us sit by the fire?
I have caught an awful draft in this kitchen.

Sit here and ill throw another log into the fire,
I can’t believe you wouldn't let me take your coat
The temperature will soar in a moment.

You were always a man of few words,
So I guess I’ll talk.
It’s been a long year
The days have worn like the shoes of the drifter
This has left me feeling ragged.
Many acquaintances I once had have passed in to the life after
And has left me a lonely old soul
But the sickness hasn't found my bed yet.
And I have my health to look forward to.

My friend I find it quiet rude
To sit in the house of a friend and not speak.
What keeps your tongue?
Conversations are no good to be one sided.

****, where must this draft enter from?
It has followed from the kitchen
And cut through the warmth of the fireplace,
And found the tips of my toes and fingers.
You look pale. Are you sick?
Have you come down with the sickness?
You must leave if you have
For I do not wish to pass from this life!

I am not your friend, I do not know you.
I come because it is your time.
You see you are not in the good health you feel
You must realize that you are dead and I am your keeper.
© Nathaniel Justice 2010
Do you know what it’s like to love someone so far away?
He writes in his letter.
It’s like an endless ocean separating you from me, and I can’t swim.
There is a craving deep inside; I cannot feed its hunger.
Only half of a life is contained in my soul.
So far away is the other half,
Far past the echoes
Down the stream past the point where sight has no use, he writes.
The man lays his head on the table and weeps, blotching some of the ink of the letter.
It’s so hard sometimes to recall you from my memory.
To see you sitting across from me having your coffee or,
Just to recall your scent, because these days everything reminds me of you
And it all blurs into that imperfect image of you that my mind has created.
My hands shake and my body trembles.
When will you return?
Love you always.
The man sits back in his chair and lets the pen fall from his hand.
He folds the letter and places it in an envelope and seals it with wax.
The man walks the road to the post
And returns home to wait until she returns.
© Nathaniel Justice 2010
I finished writing you this letter,
But I don’t think I’ll give it to you.
You see I put a piece of my heart
Right in the envelope beside that letter.
I sealed that envelope with the lips you use to kiss.
I finished writing you this letter,
But I don’t think I’ll give it to you,
Because I put my hopes and dreams right in that envelope
Right next to the piece of my heart.
If you never opened this envelope
You wouldn’t have seen
That right in that envelope
Beside the letter, the hopes and dreams, and the piece of my heart,
Was my life that I was willing to give to you.
I finished writing you this letter
But I don’t think I’ll give it to you.
© Nathaniel Justice 2010
one dandelion in the sun
ghost white shell turned to red as the
fire god sets
tomorrow the wind will blow the seeds away
so one dandelion becomes many.
But until then that barren stem shall stand until it
eventually withers and is over taken by the surroundings
its grace lost amongst the blue-grass
never to see its offspring, and stand in a field
turned yellow not by the sun
but the vigor of youthfulness.
One dandelion in the sun
Not knowing what tomorrow brings,
But enthralled to see the setting sun.
© Nathaniel Justice 2010
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