Every single day
Every hour
It feels like a chunk of me is missing.
You’re gone
in every essence except that of death
My life is filled, I am consumed with you
The clock is sitting here ticking away
I long to hear your voice
I am blessed to have contact but the letters aren’t enough
You are my home
my inspiration when I am about to throw out the pages
I long for not even words
but the feel of your fingertips as you touch my face
the way your laugh would echo off the walls
all of the little things
Please just come home to me.

I wore you like a bruise
                                                                                            proudly
                                                                            on my left cheek
                                                                  displayed for all to see
                                                                              you marked me
                                                                                 but I survived
                                                                                   on my cheek
                                                                            but you will fade
                                                                    and i will still be here

Only in time,
Everything washes away.

As minute passes,
So does your beloved writings

In passing season,
So does your identity.

Pretty boy
Never liked his toy
Pretty boy
Was a killjoy
Pretty boy
Wore pants of corduroy
Pretty boy
Never played coy
Pretty boy
Took away her joy

Ugly girl
Never liked her hair curled
Ugly girl
Chewed on a pearl
Ugly girl
Had her mind in a swirl
Ugly girl
Fell when she would twirl
Ugly girl
Thought she could be
A pretty boy

Sound me out with the hammer.
Hollowness may be in these bones
That gives structure to frame and flesh.

Sound me out with a tuning fork.
High notes sharp major or minor
Vibrate the strings of my nerves.

Sound me out with crashing cymbals.
Shattering the dreams built on sands
Rebuild the house of my hope and faith.

Sound me out in this silence.
Tune me to the orchestra of the universe
With stars moon sun and galaxies for an audience.

Photographs are blurring.
The air in here is stirring.
The doors become alluring.
Sitting in solemn silence.

My pulse is ever fading.
The walls are now degrading.
In memories, I'm wading.
Walking in solemn silence.

I see them all speaking.
I see her mother shrieking.
I see their eyes are leaking.
Standing in solemn silence.

A rose. A path. A smile.
The only, for awhile.
Two steps could be a mile.
Looking in solemn silence.

Nineteen years was brief.
I wish I caught the thief.
In her veins, it found relief
In solemn silence.