He never catches up
always behind, chasing
Only meeting four times a day
a red line separates us often
We kiss at midnight and noon,
hug at six-thirty in the morn and night
till the red line passes us
splitting after a single second
till we cross paths again

One day when,
My time has come,
With my last breath,
I hope,
The memory of this current moment,
Will be my final one.

Sweat soaked shirt
wet with prevalence
of our childish frolicking
even the leaves shiver with laughter
the wind tickles us so for our behavior

Though being chased,
is more fun than playing house
like we do now to cover the fact
we loathe time and our decisions
all the while hiding ourselves

Buying a cage and ring
that we observe with confusion
we realize that this is no circus
only a torture device
we have brought upon our person

As we dance and giggle
I wish for this sense of youth
compared to this tiny second
to stay forever,
not in mind, but in reality.

i think of you all the time. everday. day and night. in my dreams and in reality. just constantly.

I remember your sweet eyes
your large smile
so good to me
so right
and then you pull me close
in the moonlight at midnight
and I close my eyes for a minute

Light
All I see is light
When I awaken its light
And I'm all alone

A note on the corner of the bed we slept in
I slowly inch toward it
I pick it up
Read the first line
and I throw it to the ground.

Can't take this.
I scream "SHIZZ."
Still can't believe it's all gone,
just like that.
Just like that,
my world ended.
My heart flew and crashed in that moment.

I wasn't ready.
I thought she was cooking surprise breakfast.
But she was
                                           just
                                                                            gone.