My God girl you had me talking,
For fifteen odd hours,
About anything and everything,
Well into the night.

That's an hour for each month I was away,
Fifteen hours to catch up,
On all the things I wanted,
To say to you.

I didn't get it all out,
I know you wouldn't let me say,
I still love you,
But it was surely implied.

I know you fought sleep all night,
To tell me in jaded words,
That I'm still bouncing around,
In your ribcage.

I know there's still a spark,
Even after so long apart,
And that you feel the need to be held,
As you drift off to sleep.

I promise I can fight off all your demons,
With my warm embrace,
And maybe a kiss or two,
If only you'll let me try.

I know you implied that someone,
You surely need by your side,
To fight the darkness once again,
Will always be me.

And I know I said I'm sorry,
About a thousand ******* times,
But I'll say it another,
Thousand ******* times.

When last we said goodnight,
I drifted off to fitful sleep,
Sorely missing our conversation,
And dreaming of you all night.

For all the years we spent together,
I'm surprised how much we each,
Dance around the phrase,
I love you.

It's as though we play a game,
Where the first to fall back,
In love loses,
But I lost a long time ago.

I've let you lead the way,
And make your moves,
Before I plan out mine,
This time around.

I've let you do all the talking,
And tell me all the things you've done,
Before I tell you,
Stories of my own.  

You keep apologizing profusely,
And I keep dreaming of you.
As I wait for the next time,
We dance around I love yous.

this is,
my Christmas tree,
not matching a thing,
really,
ornaments,
from years ago,
to lights that don't all work,
you know,

this,
is,
our,
Christmas tree,
a little broken,
like our family,
presents underneath,
are less each year,
as ones i love,

disappear.


this is our Christmas tree,
a little dead,
but still pretty,

this is my Christmas tree,

and its,
a lot like,
me.

I'm a vagabond in this sea
This endless sea I love.

It's pretty empty here except for a few people.
Less than ten.
In this endless sea, I love.

But not a specific person.

The personalities of the clouds
They loom over my head from time to time
This endless sea I love.