I see your face when coming undone
And it’s only a distant memory
When I remember to forget you, I wonder
   did you forget to remember me?
I answer my own questions because
you’re not here to do so,
but my answers aren’t uplifting, they only
keep me down and feeling low.
When you’re working, eating, sleeping,
   I’m working, eating, dreaming
of the day, the instance, the moment
when two clicks sound of two brains connecting,
so when silence engulfs, I’m not predicting
my future without your decrepit words
I cremated in the bones of ineffable warmth.
   I wanted different things for us
and you wanted different things for you
I’m trying to figure out who gets what they want,
because I certainly never do.

Touch can be primal,
sensual, and relieving,
yet rare to receive.

The longer you wait,
the longer you’ll be waiting
for the thing you want.

A word of advice:
If you don't mean what you say,
then do not say it.

Cozy wool sweater
the weather is fine and dandy
the sky is a matte
of the ocean blue
similar in color to your eye's hue
   Thinking of your smiles
   warms me like your hugs do
To stay cool
I picture days, breezy and serene
I draw two figures laughing, holding onto
each other, radiating passionate pleas
of exclusivity. I want to kiss you
in front of others, I am tired of
hiding my affection, with so many over time;
I want to freely call one mine.

Off days are a rare
thing for me as of late. I
have no time to waste.

Can I please reatreat
to my sweet hideaway that
is my cancer shell?