Friday Evening
The snowflakes fell, cold
Your coat on my shoulders, warm
The night, idyllic

Saturday Afternoon
Empty park, blue sky
Walking, streaming thoughts of us
This big world is ours

Sunday Morning**
I did the crossword
Your name among its answers,
My constant answer

Clear off the bed
and come lie next to me
or lie with me
or crawl under these sheets
and die with me
or without
I'm used to it
but I could get used to this

Clear out your mind
and sink down low with me
or get high with me
or hold my hand
and lose some time with me
or without
I'm used to it
but I could get used to this

Clean up your act
and fall apart with me
or fall, apart from me
or fall, a part of me
and take some time to cry with me
or without
I'm used to it
but I could get used to this

Clean out your car
and run away with me
or run to me
or put it in reverse
and go back to the start with me
or without
I'm used to it
but I could get used to this

Cleanse your spirit
and embrace this pain with me
or brace for pain with me
or take a moment to put me back together
and just be with me, with me
or without
I'm used to it
but I could still get used to this

I woke with dreams and yesterdays still tangled in my hair, painting them back into demons and nightmares.

After wondering for some time, I ask you
     ”Are you awake?”
   You say in a sudden, soft soothe
     of sheets more than you ever could
     with a dulcet rasping whisper.

We are hearts apart
   separated by bones,
     by flesh, by skin,
     by fabric, by nothingness,
by electrons that tell us we can never
   truly touch, never actually make contact-
We are untouched, disconnected,
   nothing more than merely
   very close to each other.

Yes.
Even now.

its was perfect..

more than i could have asked for

nothing i will ever regret..

nothing i will ever forget..

and i was too afraid to sleep

too afraid to wake up and find out that it was all a dream

but the next day i awoke and realized it was in fact reality

so i stored that night

that moment

along with all my fondest memories

Stubborn and strong
He walked through the world
often misunderstood
For there was always a smile, a smirk
under that serious exterior of his
A heart
full of love
A passion
for the simple things in life

As though it were yesterday
I recall
walking on the boardwalk
trolling across the glassy bay
driving for hours
on our way to nowhere
in seach of ourselves

I hear his voice in my mind
Mighty and deep, yet cracked by life and time
Jokes and stories, reassurance and advice
I search for them there
When I need to smile
When I need to be brave
When I search for answers
I can't find on my own

And now as I write
A tear makes its way down my cheek
Though he's so far away
He's so close in my heart
Freed from a life that ended in sickness and pain
He's so alive withiin me
it's been years since his obnoxious snore awakened the whole house
it's been years since his laughter filled the room
It's been years since he held my tiny hand
And made my world seem alright

I am who I am
Becasue of who he taught me to be.

kiss me on the mouth, on the
way to the elevators, with
everyone all too close, and my
heart pounding.
squeeze my hand and tell me
I'm yours and we'll run to the
Hudson through the slush and
watch the barges roll by.
our breath will be Dragon's fire,
and our hearts in our throats, and
I'll be so happy I won't say a
word.
we'll stay up all night watching
the lights in Hoboken,
sharing a forty
and
talking about pugs, broken mugs and
mice; climbing, metal bands and some
story you heard on NPR; your twin brother
and sister Patty, and I'll shut you up for
telling me the same story for the tenth time and
invite myself back to your place,
shut the lights off, and cuddle
with you all night.

I fade away
The world unknown
Lost in the atoms of space and mind.
Alone, everlasting
Dying, living, mind over
Matter, material possessions.
In a crowd, so alone
Wishing, wanting, hoping.
Unforgiving gods of perpetual light
Swallow the days
swaying between physical and mental
Pain so great you can taste it
Guilt so strong you can't break it
Madness so fiery, burns just to think of it.
Afraid of the bare landscape of the future
The depressing forest, leaves like tears
Falling, running down.
The night comes and brings a contentment
Sleep.