it's one of those days
where your memory fails you
and a look outside your window
compels you to walk out the door and then
keep on walking, like you're aimless,
like you don't know exactly where
you want to end up. who you want to run into.
but a place is just a place unless he's in it --
and you could walk until you bumped
your feet against the edge of this world and
still not find what you're looking for.

today is one of those days
where i would kiss him wherever
he wants to be kissed. but i'll settle for a walk
and a bench somewhere with a pink sunset
where maybe if i just kept looking up at the sky
it wouldn't fade to black this time.