A ticking clock.  Footsteps.  Wind.  Applause.
               Homeless:  after midnight.  Sheltered in this cold
               church  doorway.  I can hear a clock
               ticking  in  its tower.
               Rustling  leaves, tossed  along  wet pavement
                in a callous wind
                sound  like approaching footsteps.
                In  famished  sleep  I dream  of  former  glory.
                Me.  A celebrity. Yeah!  – big time.
                All I  have  now are  fading echoes
                of  cheering crowds. Some comfort.
                The applause dies.  I awake: alone with
                 sounds.  A  clock ticking.  Leaf  blown  footsteps.
                 A  cheerless wind.  
                                                                            
                  TOBIAS

We danced toward
each other's wounds

with gentle step
and touched inside

and now the bleeding
has resumed

and all this blood
is hard to hide.

Should I hate you?
With mind so opposing to mine
But in that frame
Captured by that camera
We are so close
We laugh together
We breathe in the scent of dewy grass
People think I use you
People think you use me
They have no idea
Because I still know you better

my mom always told me that spring brings new things
i always thought she had meant flowers not the new
feelings of falling for you.

paint me a picture of you and i
paint me a picture of you loving me
sorry if that's too hard for you to imagine,
it's been so long since we've loved each other
paint me a picture of us when you told me you'd loved me for the first time
paint me a picture of us when first moved in together
it's been awhile since you've been in this apartment with me
paint me a picture of you leaving me through the kitchen door
paint me a picture of you with someone new
because that's too hard for me to imagine