lips against lips
your fingers intertwine with mine
and in this dim light time stops
your eyes meet mine and words fail me.  
how is it possible to feel like i’ve known you for so long?

about knowing, this I know: my heart knows yours… i find comfort in you.

the scent that lingers
after my lips blow the flame of a candle is my favorite
and i guess
i’ve always held on to the end of the moment
the last bite
as the sweetest part
it is always what i miss the most
i have never learned
how to let go,
even after the smoke clears.

a life outside my mind
in due time
but every day i walk the same 100 steps , unlock the door, crawl into bed and melt into the covers
kaleidoscope brain of mine, inside: the workings of a future not lost.
i can only hope to step outside and smile at a stranger again, not just with my eyes.
i can only hope the world beckons me to be a part of it again some day
a life outside my mind.

the violent knot at the bottom of my stomach
it taunts and teases
it knows of
second best and last choices and too many chances given.
the lump in the back of my throat knows of
things left unsaid or worse - unheard.
and my lungs rendered weak from use gasp again.

the pain that is longing for you
knowing you are out of reach
i am out of sync one beat too slow to ever catch up to you
the salt in the wound of knowing you is loving you too **** much
because who could not once they have a view into the concrete barriers you put up that are really just a mere half inch thick and inside is a glass gallery that carries the essence that is you.
but a thing this pretty is too far out of reach
for me
and though i feel the air leave my lungs i’d rather lag a step behind then go down another path and wonder which street you end up on.

and maybe the sun can heal me today

at least , for that , is what i pray

for a bit of pain to melt away

but if the sun cannot erase my pain

then maybe, maybe the rain.

tread onward , bruised butterfly like you have times before.

like the ocean’s waves you ebb and flow , you flutter never falter.

golden strings of sunlight stream into your window and with spring you watch yourself begin again.