there was a creek
that ran by
his cheek

spilling
blue
tears
across
an alabaster
neck

make it crack
like the man
who fell
from the wall

and watch
the knights
and their
white
white
horses
trying
to save the day

throw a stone
hear it
ricochet

push
the dusty moths
into
my sad
sad
mouth

with the curve
that mirrors
the moon

and hear
the music
that flows
from my fingertips

rhyming
with disharmony

silver wings
falling
like rain

i will catch one
if you do too

if i don't change down
around
this corner

if i don't take my foot
off
the accelerator
and put it
on the brake

if i forget
to steer

.....

I told myself not to think about you
I told myself that these thoughts could only make me fall off an even steeper cliff.

But as I lay in my bed at night, thinking about books & poems & song lyrics as I restlessly tossed and turned; the only thoughts that brought peace to me,  were the thoughts of you.