I think I said my last goodbye to you.
Like an ember struggling to burn brighter,
this story is coming to a close.
The writer’s hand is weary,
or maybe, he is drawing a blank.
Like I did when I saw you.
When I hugged you.
Your wordless eyes staring into mine
giving me no sign of what was playing behind them.
Was I just a breeze among the many fall days?
Was I just a moment passed and left for then?
You were supposed to be.
Supposed to be gone and meaningless,
but you came back to shake my sleep.
Back to haunt and distort my desires,
and now I want you.
I want the lips I once kissed and took for granted.
I want your words that once made my naïve eyes roll.
I want your softness,
and your love.
You wanting me.
All of it.
All that I do not have,
all that has passed through my hands,
and through my soul.


The thought of you lingers
like the last brown leaf on a mid winter’s branch.
It clings like static to my hair.
I cant escape it.
I cant escape you.
You are freedom
    and passion
        and lust
            and spontaneity
A bird with no due north.
Just soaring above us, who know nothing.
Who thought we knew everything.
I thought I knew everything.
You are a phoenix.
Born from the ashes in my mind.
A phoenix that had laid dormant,
with seemingly no hope to rise.
But you rose with an everlasting fury,
blowing the embers that were floating away
to create a fire within me.
A fire I wish to put out,
but only you can tame.
Please, my love
I do not wish to burn