As the sound of her footsteps diminish in proportion to her figure
her shadow lengthens across the street
The horizon eats everything and I am always on the inside
from that same hunger I yell, please.

/

She told me a secret
Now I make maps from empty pages
and hide my poetry in her
I believe in nothing else

/

In the emptiest hours of evening
through an open window to your kitchen
stray animals are lured by the scent of flavours they've never tasted
and I knock on your door hoping you are not home

/

In spite of the chemicals
and circumstances that we are
I kiss the stars and lose my place
upon the pages you are writing

/

I long to be collecting
on your tongue
like snowflakes
like secrets

/

I see now
how
after the third try
a genie fails to complete
what comes naturally
in your arms

/

childhood is a secret we'll remember someday;
for the heroes we were, for the monsters we saved

/

hope everything falls out of your pockets
hope you arrive at the gates empty handed
hope they can forgive you for arriving empty

I carry many things. All of them serve a specific purpose and are equally important.

I carry some things to take life...
A rifle, a pistol, grenades, and a knife.

I carry some things to save life...
A bullet resistant vest, a 9 line, and a medical kit.

And I carry some things to guide me when I'm lost...
A glow star and a heart shapped rock.

The glow star for when my path is dark and I've lost all light. It will always illuminate my path and guide me back.

The heart shapped rock etched with "Joy." To remind me I'm loved and when I'm scared, to remember you are my rock.

These things are my tools. But most importantly, these things are my way to fulfill my promise to you.

To always come home to you and hold you in my arms.

If there were
shortcuts, I’d
take them
I’d put them all
in my pockets
and always carry
a spare
in my bag
(and one in
the glove box, just
to be safe)

I might even
hand them out to
strangers  who look
like they
might need one
or give them to
friends
I’d hide them so
people could find them
and rejoice

but there are no
shortcuts, and
my pockets are
always empty
just like the
road ahead

and that’s really
too bad
because
my pockets
are quite big

I really wish that
You had sewn in pockets. Why?
'Cause I love pockets!