I've been burning the candle at both ends
and the flame is strangely beautiful
it's white hot
seemingly eternal
and by these flames
I have learned to see
in terrifying clarity

I'll tell you more than the truth demands
Of a land hidden in the sands
A city only spoken of in tongues long dead
Whose name will linger like a spector in your head
And I must confess
That you will obsess
For half a century
From my curse i shall never be free
I don't know what keeps me going
Even if i die without knowing
I know it's too late to turn back now
I wipe the sweat from my brow
As the heat strangles the air
My companions and i all stare
They've all been with me for years
As our hope slowly disappeared
Only our friendship remained
We stared at the sands until it became ingrained
deep within our brains
it fanned the old flames
one more try, one more excavation
I should have chosen a different occupation

you are like a never ending poem
continually crashing on the shores of my mind.
your words, your rythm, the sheer grace of your cadences
Resonate within me

When I try to write about you
It always sounds hollow and untrue
When i try to capture the feel of your face
I stare and stare and then finally erase
every description feels inadequate
none of the words ever seem to fit
all of my words have been taken away
and I'm left with feelings that i can't  say

I want my lips to taste like cupcakes
and for that I have you to blame
I've purposely cut the brakes
and I think you've done the same
with that one decision
we have come to grips
that there will be a collision
between our lips
and as my lips crash into yours
I can feel you smile when we kiss
I see your eyes soar
and we experience bliss

Yesterday I saw George crossing the street
In the high summer heat
We were walking in opposite directions
A series of random connections
If I didn't make my train in time
If the hill leading to the station was an easier climb
If I hadn't stopped at the vending machine
To quench my thirst for caffeine
Then our paths wouldn't have crossed that day
Its something I struggle to convey
A moment so fleeting
A seemingly random meeting

You took all beer out of the fridge
After burning the last bridge
After fighting the last fight
You left in the middle of the night
After I went to the Red Roof Inn
Because I couldn't start what was about to begin
But you started without me
You saw what I didn't want to see
Gone; were all of your possessions
and with you, all of my confessions
I still had more I wanted to say
But maybe its better this way
No long awkward conversations
No failing each other expectations
Just silence