to travel the world
seems like awfully big
accomplishment

to see every sight there is
every spice and every sunset
how cultured you would be
if you had seen it all
how knowledgeable and wise

well-traveled

you could run the world
if you had to

to travel the world
will be my biggest and brightest
accomplishment

I looked around this world,
unfolding before my eyes
endless layers of wonderment
one by one, drawing back the curtains of reality,
revealing the the
magic
of my dreams.
Golden ideas scatter the parks like
Autumns past, blossoming in early Spring
I looked around this world,
invisible to all eyes but mine
and realized
it was all just
w h i t e  s p a c e

I've packed my suitcase of memories and tossed it out the window
this is no longer a part of me.
I've accepted your words, your reasons and your absence
you are no longer a part of me.
The right side of the bed is now just an extension of the left,
this is not where you belong.
Your clothes are gathered and in the mail
they too have forgotten your scent.
I have carved out the thoughts that once consumed my mind
and I have long overcome the heartbreak.
You are just you
and I, just I.
We are each others' pasts, left behind in a brown paper package of dreams and night terrors.

like the first sip of a scolding hot tea
you get used to it, you learn to enjoy
the sting of the frosted white winter
for a while, at least
but soon enough, crisp turns to cold
cold air, cold parks, cold house.
the warmth of his heart
I once knew, so well,
has left to let me freeze
shivering in the lack of
shared body heat
cold hands, cold feet, cold heart.
so I bundle up in strangers arms,
praying to find warmth   in
something else
failing to find warmth    in
anything else


You left me **cold

I hope one day
many years from now
you find this website
you find my poetry
you remember all these
******* Love Stories
you wrote me
and I hope you see how broken I am
how lonely I am
because you said forever and always
then left.
Sincerely yours,