Tracing your outline
With my fingertip
Becomes harder
When memories lapse and
I no longer remember your face
Then it really is goodbye for the last time
The dust that sits upon my finger tip
Knows where Im headed
And why I could no longer suffer
for your peace of mind

Today I came back to the old poetic grounds
wandering at will
I found myself beside a river bed
There was a old man fishing
The trout was rising high
And he had a smile upon his face
He turned to me
And I knew he knew
Why do tears still roll
I never knew you
I never looked into your eyes
But you gave us a mirror
In which we could look into our own souls
You gave us a river so we could gaze into your heart
You gave wisdom
You gave friendship
You gave so much  
I will wander back now and then
If not to just sit beside your river
And dip my toes
Into my memories of a poet
Who is now dancing with the stars

like icecream
So sweet and yet
So cold
You are melting in moments
Before heaven excapes you
Bliss
To feel
To know
To reason with self
That all the reasons you have chosen are you own
So cold like ice
Touch me
With words
Between sentences
That surely couid never belong to just one soul

You twisted my words
How nicely you made it seem
As though I was the one
Who had turned to ice before your heart had melted
Sorry is a strange land
It lives somewhere between denial and acceptance
Is a truth worth the burdon of unhappiness
I will take back all that was mine
And hold my own face in my hands
Your palms were so warm for a while
against my tender skin
which beckoned for the touch of another
Tears fall
But im glad to be back in my own skin once more
I will turn the music up far too loud
And dance in my mind to the journey that will now begin
Never an ending to this madness
Thank you
Im not sure what ive learnt this time around
But thankyou all the same for
Spending a little time
Drinking a little wine
Dancing beneath the sheets
To the uncurable desire
Known as lust
When the dust settles
You may understand
But I doubt it ...