Some days I stare at my hands,
Trying to find my singularity-
Individuality!
Lost in the muddle of plurality!
When you exchanged my heart,
And swapped in your own.

I read about an old couple shuffling into a little cafe and opening a window to the summer in front of them, their slippers flying on sluggish wings, on tides that collect with age and ebb like heartbeats thumping with passion and deciding mid-way to throb together; I read they used to lay under those throbs, far past the warmth of summer, in the warmth of their chests, they spoke like head waters, like rivers that ran thousands of miles to splash together, and exit as one, "some of her lips on his words," and I could see blue running out of the sky, onto her dress, across his eyes, into their cups, and I thought of you.

Shhh be quite be still - she said
Why- the child asked like any child would
Because they will hear you in the night, laughing and loving, knowing no wrong - she whispered
But I don't understand there is nothing I fear, I'm brave and I'm strong-  the child giggles
You will understand one day when your no longer a child- she sighed
I'll be a kid forever- declared the child with certainty
I hope, I wish but just remember this, be quite be still or they will put you down and you will be out of luck. With no memory of the reason for your laugh- she cried
Don't be sad, I promise I'll be ok. I won't let them get me- said the child who will grow up one day

He stood outside while the rain soaked through his clothes and into his bones. He didn't even seem to notice the water tearing his eyes and dripping from his ears. Still as stone, he waited with patience. Like it was nothing to just wait. Like the rain didn't matter. From the look on his face, it might rain for days, weeks even, before he would notice the state he was in. Even then, it would not matter to him. He could be patient. Great discipline had taught him to weather any circumstance, that eventually the reward would come. So, he stood, statuesque and perfect, even if he was a mess. He'd held flowers once, but they had long since been discarded. Somewhere. For all he knew, he had dropped them next to himself years ago and was now standing in the flower garden which had sprung from them. A mere lawn ornament. Still he stood.
And then the door opened. He realized he had forgotten to knock, when a shocked and beautifully scarred face met his stony, dampened, perfectly patient gaze. She stepped out into the rain. Like it wasn't even falling. Maybe she had caused its seizure, because the closer she came, the warmer he felt. She was the answer to a question he didn't even think to ask when he'd met her. And there she was, as close as she'd been in months. Suddenly everything would be alright. Life made sense again.
She stopped just before him, the most beautiful creature in his world, and stared up at him.
"I had given up hope that you would ever darken my doorstep again, but I knew it was you. You didn't even knock and I knew you were there. Why? Why now, after all this time?"
All he could do was stare for a moment. Lost in her eyes. Eyes that told stories no writer could possibly dream up. It had been so long since he'd heard her voice. It was music. The grandest symphony ever written. It nearly brought him to tears.
"How could I stay away? I tried to ignore it. I tried to shut it out. I tried a thousand ways to forget, but the truth is, I know you. I've always known you. And from the day we met, I've loved you. How could I just forget that?"
She grinned and dazzled him, then stood on tiptoes and kissed him with all the heat, and all the passion, and every fiber in her being. The kind of kiss that made them both dizzy and weak.
"Come inside. Out of the rain."

I miss you.

I went hoping to feel you.  Encompassing me in the breeze,
Grazing my skin with the sun.
Memories surrounded me but I couldn't feel you.
Disappointment made a nest, he settled in the hole in my chest.
In retrospect, I know you were there.  Standing behind me as I sat on that cardboard box upon the hill.
Then came the rain.
A sprinkle at first, then fat, salty drops.  Standing there, eyes closed I begged to you let me feel you.
I didn't know then, but I saw you.  In the empty shells open, vulnerable in the sand.  I saw you in the green grass, dancing in the wind.  In the sky, a quick turning grey.  I saw you in the trees to my right and the small waves before me.  I saw you, love.

I miss you.

There are no stars in the city.
The street lights are bright like the bright lights illuminating the night as the steady stream of cars pass by.
Steady like dreams.
Dreams are the wishes cast from the deepest window of your soul left ajar,
The kind of wish one would never dream to admit upon a star.