he did not find purpose
in the titles
the money
none of that

so into the forest he went
to lose his mind
to lose his life


but to find his soul

i want to remember
what it feels like
to be home

to have your hand
intertwined with mine

to have you here next to me
under a myriad of city lights aglow

to breathe deep and know
that i'm safe in your hands

i feel like i talk too much
about roses -

how their petals and fragrance
hide a much deeper secret:
their thorns.

but we have all met a few roses
in our lives:

ones that are almost perfect
in any way imaginable

ones that we've danced with
in heavy, pouring rain

ones that our hearts
have kept so dearly

all these things
and we embrace not the petals
but their thorns

and this is what causes
a bitter end

let me tell you a story

a man of wisdom
was perched on a cliff

"The best things
are those left unfinished."

these words he spoke to me

.
.
.

as he jumped off the edge

stop asking for so little -

i would give you

the sun