your name is
forbidden in
my mouth
or in my heart
because when
i think about
you;

i'll cry a little more,
hurt a little stronger
love a little softer
because you no longer
make me feel sober

i'm drunk on the
memory of you

Under my scalp
flows a river
from the outside you would think
that it's calm and lovely
the one you saw as a child
running, soothing
But my river is wild
and in spite of its wildness
so beautfiul
- because I see your face.
I see it in the waters surface
and the ghosts of our memories
flow with the stream
an endless turmoil

Normally the river wouldn't affect anything but the head
but now that you're gone
it flows out into my heart
-  into my hands,
that can no longer hold you
into my feet,
that no longer point in your direction
into my lips,
that haven't been quite satisfied since they last met yours.

My body runs over
I can't control the river
because you've filled it
it all runs over
and I cry

I cry when I don't have you.

every time I see a, or any
part of
you
my heart hurts,
aches

out of sight
out of mind
but i can’t erase you
traces of you
linger
everywhere
my whole existence somehow
intertwined with yours

maybe it’s just that
you have a piece of my
heart
- it’s unbearable

I long for either
someone else,
to take the rest
or for you to take,
what has always
belonged
to you

I used to read your poems
but lately you don't write
you're silent and aloof
you know that isn't right.
You can't close a door once opened
you can't abolish all your dreams
you're a poet of the heart
mustn't fall apart at the seams.
Say what you can in words
they speak the message true
spoken from the heart
the poems will see you through.
A hermit's not your style
a recluse, you are not
never give up writing
of things that you've been taught.
I used to read your poems
I'd read them once again
if you would send them out
(this one's from a poet friend)