When a friend forgets,
the world crashes around you.
When a friend forgets,
you feel despair brew.
When a friend forgets,
joy into sorrow turns.
When a friend forgets,
your insides agonize and burn.
When a friend forgets,
Life seems unfair.
When a friend forgets,
you no longer can bear.

For it was that very friend,
whose shoulder was yours, to cry on.
That very friend
who made dusk seem like dawn.
That very friend who held your hand.
The very friend who helped you float to land.
From the very depths of distress
the one who helped overcome all stress.

Today that support, my sole strength is amiss.
What can I do to try and erase this?
All I can do is hope and pray
while trying my best to keep the tears at bay.

thoughts,
water,
paper that tumbles from the sky,
movies,
music,
two dimensional conversation in three dimensions of Skype,
air,
sunlight,
refreshing through the miniblind and my open window,
ideas,
words,
that take me to places to meet people who are total strangers,
                                                      ­                                                             but that does not make them
                                                            ­                                                         stranger than me.
                                                             ­                                                       When I stream.
Tears,
down
cheeks
defrosting
frozen
visage,
salty,
talk,
cheap,
with
expensive,
words,
that
are like
cologne,
fading
fad,
all
used
up
bottle,
now
emptied,
and only
a hint
remains
streaming,
sniff the air...?


©DWE122013

I want you to kiss me
Good night
Not goodbye.

To feel your hands
In mine forever
Through all the sorrows
And not just for now
Until tomorrow

To not let the unspoken
Be left behind
As well as me.

I've written a lot lately
Poems I refuse to post
Not really sure why
But it's her that bothers me most
I don't feel comfortable
Not with anything I say
I just wish I could erase my memory
And stop going back to those days
The betters ones
When things were different
When I wrote love poems
But now everything, I resent
Maybe I'll disappear
To where I can't be reached
At least not by the one
Who keeps me out of reach
To everyone, I'm distant
Cold all the way to the bone
This love will soon turn to hate
But even then I'll still be alone