If you love something set it free; if it comes back it was meant to be.
Thats how it goes right?
But they don't tell you how long it will take for that something
to come back.
Sometimes its long, sometimes its short.
But it will come back.
I came back to my love, after a year of wandering and discovering the rarity of us.
I came back thinking that I would be rushed back into his life with a warm embrace, and that he would tell me all of the right things in response to my foolish teary blabber to confirm that yes, we were both lost without each other.
No.
The door is shut, but the windows are open so that the world and can hear the laughter of love spilling out of the windows and into the streets.
There are two happy people inside instead of one lone one.
That you swore would be there waiting for you.
You were selfish to think that.
You shouldn't have left in the first place.
Now the pain he felt is seeping in.
You cry tears that are celebrating their first birthday.
Tears that had the same meaning as his.

Yaga

Inviting the space beyond the toes tips
Cool yet comforting the blanket as it
Stretches to the bed's horizon into
The dark abyss that cloaks rooms to fulfill
Mans tranquil descendant into dreamy
sleep

Yo

In Florida sometimes it rains so hard
that you believe that it can't possibly stop,
that it will just rain and rain forever.

Sometimes I'd wake to a storm late at night,
and I'd sit out on the porch.

You could smell the lightning, and the coolness of the storm would
make your hair stand;
I'd feel so alive.

Some nights I'd go out, and my father
would be sitting on the porch already.
Lost in the storm
or maybe
called to it.
We wouldn't talk,
but we'd be lost together
in the rain and thunder.

Sometimes I wonder what of him
is left in me.
I am not sure
if I am more afraid of there being
very little
or of there being a great deal,
but when it rains
I think about him on that porch;