Some things never change
    


      The circular stains on the ceiling above my heart shaped bed didn't exist under that rule

  Sometimes they *seemed constant
           And sometimes that made me feel ok
            
        But other times, as I lay in bed,
            Somewhere near the halfway point between laying down and falling asleep,
       I stared up at them and they moved
         Left and right
Ellipsing each other,
    Becoming ovaloid in shape

Sometimes they simply flitted away, vanished


    I thought them gone,
But they continued to return.

They would not be so remorseless as to leave and not look back to see the blank space they had left.

     So my little circular stains stayed for a while.

    I was happy looking up in wonder at something I could never understand but never dared question.

   Until one day I simply wasn't. My interest in the stains steadily faded until I began to drift off on my side staring out the window, searching for owls I could hear but not see. These sounds made me hope.

They made me open the windows I had locked tight.
They made me breathe.
    
    Those sounds lull me to sleep even now.

*And I've stopped looking for the circles completely

Its hard to leave someone you love,
Someone you can't live without,
Those memories won't fade away,
Stuck in head all the time,
Its hard to say goodbye,
When you know its the last one,
With a heavy heart I'm leaving,
And slowly I'm moving,
That was my last goodbye to someone I adore.

If I knew,
A poem

If I knew you loved me
I could face war and come back
To you a hundred times.
If I knew you loved me
I’d work like a dog ten days a week
To buy you little treasures.
If I knew you loved me
I would do all I know to be
The man you could be proud of.
If I knew you loved me
I would write you poems each dawn
And sing to you as the sun set.
If I knew you loved me
I would become a better man than
I ever, ever have been.
If I knew you loved me
I would come straight home,
Sober, every day after work.

Adron