the thing is that,
we didn’t talk about how it happened.
We chose silence,
we chose to avoid getting hurt,
until confusion and series of question
were the only thing left in our pockets.
May we not forget that rainy afternoon
when we decided
to break our own rules
and our own hearts as well.

Adult Alternative Poem

not for the young, reserved just for the young, just at heart,
your skin, face, crinkled, for smiling is you resting face positivity,
you daily existence free of punctuation, no separation,
your body tilted, falling forward, only direction the chest understands

your words sewn on tapestry of silence, yet voices never stilled,
fingertips spark on command when touch is earnest, casual, fierce,
Bublé, Sting, Daughtry, Allison and Adele, ****** tears commingling,
read her your love poetry & her chest breathing, your oxygen tube

easy to be an adult when the alternatives are all
proximity discoverable, nearness constant, distance an irrelevancy,
age just another construct and love, an ageless deconstruction+
unfinished reconstruction, adult alternative channel, our only playlist

Day and night melting into each other
Like they never knew love
Or will ever know love
They waltz to the town's bustling song

When you and I spoke,
your voice sang like a violin.
Now, I can hear music.

When you and I met,
your eyes looked hazel colored.
Now, I can see a twinkle.

When you and I posed together,
you always looked better.
Now, you make me smile.

When you and I walked together,
you always took a step ahead.
Now, you are always by my side.

When you and I miss each other,
you always made me want to meet you again.
Now, you are around me even when you are not.