i want you to
take photos of
of me as i shift
unexpectedly
i want to know
what I look like
when I see you.

there are so
many people
whose pillows
see less of them
than strangers, I
would like to tell
you that things
will be okay
in the
morning.

i'm trying
so hard to
be someone

You walk the Windy with her.
Hands brush, and cheeks blush,
a door is opened, a chair is pulled out.
I'll have what she's having.
Half a glass later, nerves are soothed.
Catch her, watching you.
Quickly look at her and you both realize,
you both want to kiss.
The waiter interrupts,
food is now secondary.
Check please.
You stroll the windy with her,
hand in hand now,
so much is said in silence.
Fingers touching fingers.
My God, please don't let go.
Cue the snow.
You brush the flakes off her face,
"Kiss her, kiss her now"......yelled from a 2nd story window.
People smile as you press your lips to hers.
Her breath carries the sigh that warms your heart.

You walk the Windy with her.


*I have never been to Chicago, maybe someday.........

i never thought
that His silence
could be an
answer.