You are the picture that paints 998 words because ‘I’m sorry’ just isn’t in your vocabulary

Silently I cry
With a story inside me I can't unburned
How can one be so full of sorrows and yet empty?

I'm sinking farther into the sea
Air cut off, unable to breathe

But it's not all too bad
The water's warm
and the fish look nice

It's a shame I can only see this
By myself
at the end.

She was a thrifted sweater and denim and jersey knit sheets
Pizza breath and red wine and toothpaste
Alabaster skin and knotted hair and freckled shoulders
A tangible dream and my favorite good morning
She agreed to let me kiss her and I agreed to let her slip my shirt over my head before she became
Blood and tears
"I trusted you" and "I’m sorry"
Midnight poems and a drunk "I need you"
I’m afraid I loved you like the way I wrote

"Siri, I love you."

"You can't."

"Why not?"

"Would you like me to search the web for 'wine dot'?"

Throughout her adult life
all of the land shaded.
Feverless islands where the
aged couple sleep.
Never once have I hosted a party. Not once have I
told you, I have
been hurt.

i spend my days
pouring myself into the cups of others

only to find that
when it’s time for myself
to take a sip

all that’s left
in my cup
is the remainder of a girl
who gave too much

"I feel nothing"
she said
as she lied down
on the cold empty road
not knowing which direction to go

"what's it like"
I asked her
over the phone
while stuck in traffic
just trying to get to work

Waiting for the train to go or the bus to come
Or for the plane to go or the mail to come

Waiting for the phone to ring
Or for the day we become king

Waiting for it to rain or snow
Or for that river to gurgle and flow

Waiting for the answer yes or no
Or for the day we can visit the places we want to go

Waiting for the day we meet the one
Or for the time we make a home run

Waiting for the good news
Or for the day we don't make  an excuse

Waiting for the light to change from red
Or for the roads that lie  ahead

Waiting for our health to get better
Or for the that acceptance letter

Waiting for  the day we can retire
Or to feel inspired

Waiting for the right guidance to come our way
Or for the day everything will be okay

Waiting for those fights to end
Or for the day we won't have to pretend

Waiting for things to happen , we all have a queue
Or maybe we should stop waiting and just do.