He told me
to reach for the stars
but don’t do it alone

What choice did I have
when no one saw the stars
the same way
no one adored the moon
and danced through the night
as I did

                                                          or­ so I thought.

Until he brought the stars down
for a single night
That was when
I realized
amongst all that I had ever wanted
he was all
I had ever loved.

Some nights
there are shadows behind me
Tall and somber
standing *****
and whispering
what I try
so hard
to forget
Only in the dead of night
the silent truths
and forgotten words of the past
come to die
In my arms
and I
weep for them

It wasn’t until I was certain
that you were gone
I realized how much it hurt
to know your presence would be
by my side
no longer
You let me go,
and now you linger on
in the bittersweet sense
of every breath
from here on out
refusing to let go of my mind
long after It was certain
you were never coming back.

I don't know
what brought me here
The shaded lighting
seems to bring me comfort
The strangers
and the bitter taste
fill me with warmth
I know
life is too short
to be in a place like this
yet
out of everywhere else in the world
I chose
to be here
with my glass
and my thoughts of you
to accompany me
through the night

We write to reach out
to anyone
who is close enough
to read the words
that spill from our minds
Trying
without gain
for those that stop
to make them see
to make them stay
If only long enough to feel again
but as is the way of things
they linger for just a moment
then continue on their way
as the world stops for no one
and surely not for the troubled writer
lost in isolation
and ever searching
for a friend

Smile for me
once more
When the sun comes out
breathe it in
The day is yours
bright and full of wonder
Open your eyes
Don’t frown any more
You are more than
what you think
Shining so bright
the stars watch with envy
and sing your praises
for all to hear
When you smile
the world smiles with you
so smile for me
once more

The ink spills on the page
and I know
these words are hard to come by
Pooling to the rim
my unwritten words lay
unable to keep on the page
unable to say to you
what must be heard
The wind picks up
calling out my fears
I will never know where you are
or If my name
holds any purpose
in your world
or mine
The ink falls over the page
and so do I

I guess this is goodbye.