You are my musical melody,
My love filled remedy.

But I sit quietly. Avoid the contemplating;
Eluding and evading, silently sedating.

Until the music breaks through.
That horrid moment of truth.

The moment where I finally say,
"I miss you."

But I could never sing a song so true.
To portray my love from me to you.
I just need to hear, feel, tell you once more.
"I miss you."

The pain has brought me to my knees.
Until something sounds and rejoice!
Could it be my musical melody of that precious voice?
One last time..

The sorrow has made me think of possibilities.
What lies beyond the process of growing from a seed
to an O so beautiful blooming tree. Could it be?
An encounter with a known and lost entity.

My hand out stretched -
Will the vibrations make it from me to you and back to me?
One last time..

The thought comes up but I am scared to face it.
Could I never think again and infinitely erase it?
Or should I embrace it?

A voice in my head tells me to push on through
and say those oh so meaningful words,
"I miss you."

Did I ever tell you that?

You are my musical melody,
My love filled remedy.

Until then I sit quietly.
Until the music breaks through
That beautiful moment of complete and utter truth.
The moment where I finally could say..

I miss you...

Win sings as
Bells ring in
February snow
Drifting past
Steeples
People look up at
the New Light to cover
Old friends and memories
Grown up and buried
Beneath feet shivering
in the
Cold

Flakes from the
Sun hide
Houses on the streets
We used to know

Somewhere beneath lies
a Swing
a Pine Tree
and a ***** Pool

I hope you took them with you

Ham and chicken
And butter smoothed out,
Coleslaw.
Pots of tea for the crowd
Gathered
They walked from the church

To the house empty
Of his noise.
Cheese falls to the floor.

I looked down a high cliff
at a restless ocean below,
I climbed the proud mountains
crowned with lofty clouds,
I reached the serene jungles
sitting in silent pride,
I did not find it...
I visited the richest nawabs
in their castles and towers,
I ate with the lowliest creatures
whom language didn't own,
I met the right-hands and mouths
of Gods we know from pages,
yet, I didn't find it...
At last, lost in thought
I walked by a crowd
Some in white, some in black, some in uniform.
All turned to a majestic but still figure
In an honored embrace of the Tricolour
Twenty-one guns and croaking crows later
I heard a little girl's cry -
"Keta 9GR ko ** ke hoena" - ** ** **
The tears never ceased,
The roar never stopped
With faltering steps, the brave-heart...
There.
I found it,I found inspiration.

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Many hearts touched
Standing room only
The Family
The Forever Lover
The Best Friends
All The Touched
Will remember
The Man…
The Miracle
With a broken heart

I told you I wasn’t perfect, but on your pedestal I stood
I told you I would make mistakes, but you didn’t hear a word
I begged and I pleaded for you to listen, but you would drown me out
So the day I ****** things up was the day you did more than shout
You wailed and screamed and cried, you held a funeral as if the pretty parts of me had died
But Honey, I warned you, perfection is not real
The disappointment you have is yours to carry, and is not mine to feel
As you leave you slam the door, trailing echoes of regret
I cover my ears for silence, but my thoughts break through in time
If you would have just listened, ******* opened up your eyes
You would have seen that honey, this came as no surprise
This disappointment is yours, and is not mine
For honey I’ve known that I’m not perfect for quite a long time.

I wanted to write a poem
And name it
"Baby Carrots"

I was going to write about
how your favorite band
was Pink Floyd,
and how I see your face
in the surface of the swimming pool
behind your house.

I was going to write about
the bus seats
with burn marks
and scratches in the vinyl
that you left in the backs.

I was going to write about
your faded red hair and
how everyone laughed,
including you.

I was going to write about
your funeral.

I was going to write about
your bedroom door
and how when I look at it
I think,
that for maybe a second,
you're sitting in there,
fixing a computer.

I was going to write about
the empty space
in the room
when everyone's together
aside from you.

I decided to let you rest.
You need your sleep.
I hope some day,
if there is some world after all of this,
I see you again.

Just in case I don't,

I wanted to write a poem.

What happened
to the bright-filled future
with college and boys
that could let me be
stupid and wreak less
but I guess I
already am

That's my dad
telling them I'm his
as tears stream down
his lone face into my
mom's hair which is pressed
into his chest while
they cry together

That's my body
in a wooden box
going into the
sad wet ground
that people surround
saying their last goodbyes
as I say mine