in the same
bed we were

so far apart
we lost our

words in the
darkness

of our way
a lonely path

we travelled
too many times

we know our
way back to

each other
but sometimes

knowing isn’t
enough

Nine hours gone
and
it's nine twenty-one.
the day marches on
much like the infantry

the infant me
thinks they're toy soldiers
the adult
knows they are not.

ps it's nine twenty-five now

You remember how we met,
The train stopped,
Our eyes met,
You said,"Hello!"
Your beautiful grey eyes stole away my words,
You became an ocean full feeling in that one single look.
10/7/2020

my mind at night

I reach for
the shiniest stars

wanting to burn bright
I notice details

the layers of everything
the connections

between light and dark

and when I
think like this

each word I conjure
is an ocean

wanting to drown me

I imagine I am a
rock star screaming

my wants are so deep

that I consume
everything

and I still feel empty