there's an empty window sill
in the falling of the misty gray light
in tattered streaks.
how can the sun be made *****/?/
when the purest eyes blink
softly to smile at the ground
we can feel the ache
between the cracks of gravel
the earth straining beneath us,
groaning
howling maybe
with a wish for the
loneliness to be a white washed
school house
filled with brass bells ringing
and echoing laughter from light hearted children
with their rosy cheeks.
i miss my mother's rocking chair
and her arms,
stable branches in the brittle winter.

You are everything
and if our love were a record
there would be scratches and
drawn out silences
and the only audible sound
would be our hearts,
screaming
and clawing
for each other

You are everything
and if our love were the sea
I would surely drown,
although I learned how to swim
you have sent me spinning
through the waves,
I am not sure which way is up
I am not sure if I want to find out

You are everything
and if our love were a storm
it would destroy everything
in it's path
and it would be reckless
and daunting
and real

You are everything
and if our love were a poem
it would have no rhyme
no Shakespearian diction
it would start
and end
with you.