The ones who always leave me
are the ones I want to stay
The ones who care so deeply
are the ones I push away

'What was right about her?' They asked and I didn't blame them for their questions because nobody understood the puzzle that you were like I did.

'What was beautiful about her?' They questioned and it made me wonder whether or not they perceived beauty because you were the most vibrant thing these eyes had ever seen.

'What was interesting about her?' They probed so I showed them my journals and it was filled with every moment,  every thought,  every touch you had imprinted on my life so much so that it seemed I was truly nothing before and after you.

They made me examine myself as much as you did but in a way much different than I had learned,  for both were my compasses yet you never pointed north. My soul felt liberated while it had you in its horizon as if reality was nothing but my sketch book and you my pencil.  I Scribbled on the blank pages, words and art that were inconsequential yet viable to me, to you, to us...  Until there was no more us.

The thousand dreams and burns and hopes and scars
That crimson phantoms, deep within the skin
Graze and raze with, betrayed by eyes like stars,
Shift and ache. Too long I looked within
For on this present dark’ning deathless day
The thousand hearts of man so pierced my soul;
I saw them all. Wild, frazzled from the fray,
Dragging, too weighed by life’s relentless toll.
Sweet sonder, teach me by the sky-wide sun
The thousand lives that glow with redd’ning force,
That burst like vineyard vats with seams undone,
That reel like sea-lost ships that miss their course.
But then that chilling truth in my mind fell:
If I can read their hearts, they read mine as well.

Oh how I miss
The kindness
Warm words
Encouragement

Strangers with smiles
Friends hiding amongst rhymes
Tears that make us desire a hug
The human spirit truly shines

All one needs to say
Is Hello

Poetry then follows