People walk into your life.
They share their stories, they fight with you, they make love to you -

People walk out of your life.

Their entrance as unexpected as their exit.
But how different and miserable life would have been without them.

I just can't explain how much I want you to stay.

Salt kissed lips,
Sun spanked hips,
The waving ocean hits and hits,

The shore.

And the sand sitting bodies crave more.

Like the tarnished spine of a book unread,
My heart awaits the face.
And in years gone by,
A winding mile,
I've never seen the space.

The space that greets me,
Between my body and yours,
My body and theirs,
Anybody and somebody.

Like an unopened present,
Amidst a few,
I unwrap myself and see.

The only person I never knew,
Was me.

When the day sits still, in graceful reflection,
the sky a mirror image in its place-
My mind does drift to floating figures above,
The chasm that swallows me whole and steals my sole attention,
The very hands, the very lips -
My body frozen with thoughts,
My mind racing around the track-

My heart thaws.

Calloused hands grip the golden shine of pride.
A dull green barrell, and three shining plugs.

Thank you.

White hair receding back to yester years.
Memories standing strong on the front line.
No tears.

Thank you for your service.

Sitting in a rocking chair,
watching the birds flutter past the glass.

A long life lived,
a short life passed.

They say it's all about control,
that's the key.
Not her soul, her thoughts,
her therapy.

They say I'm fine,
nothing's wrong with me.
Not this building wall, or gaping hole,
or quivering.

I stare at shaking knees,
a plaid tablecloth and ***** blue jeans.
No one says what they really want,
no one explains what they really mean.

Just *** and lies and therapy.

Hopefully her hope will hold,
Surely she sees how strong she stands,
Unless she waits upon a man.

Will we wait while she wastes time,
'Til she's told that these thoughts trap her.
What is it she's really after?

Love.

Well that's no thing to search for;
love lingers, love lusts, love lasts but:

Love loves to surprise.