Delicious fruit
can quickly turn
into sand

From pulp
to grain
slipping through
one's hand

Forgive me but,

I seem to have
left some of
my words
deep inside
those gaping
wounds of yours

Retrieving them
is of no interest
to me

I may even,

push them in
deeper when the
opportunity
arises

I missed vital
organs intentionally,

for now anyway.

I wondered about, wondering -

and then,

I wondered some more -

Is death, death -

Or is death, birth -

Do birds fly only because they have wings -

Or do birds fly because Jesus is beneath their wings, or both-

Is tomorrow the first of never -

Or is tomorrow the first of forever -

Do words slay giants like a keen sword -

Or are words as mighty as the pen that brings them to life -

Or the mind that never stops wondering about them -

I wonder -

And, I will never
stop wondering -

He was
fragile
like a snowflake

He was
fragile
like a bomb

And they
didn't know
which was scarier-

his
                                                   ­     ­   explosion
or
his calm?

You frame your own self loathing when casting aspersions of those that left you behind

Your window is a fractured rendering of a broken image

The adolescent tone of your written words is a sign

Your wounds are clearly deep for which there is no bandage

They must have really hurt you for you to write about them all of the time

Move on because in this life they are someone that you are meant to miss

Your spite filled pen, heart and tongue will never bring back their kiss upon your lips

You're not even a beautiful mess
You're just a mess

Worry about yourself and think about them less

Stop longing for their caress

Your love for them is truth and not something that you need to confess

Repair your window of broken glass
Your shattered vision of what was, will never bring back the past

For years
    I have longed
       for you.
Your lips
     your touch
        your love.
Every passing day
      my wanting
         for you
           only grew.
As the sun sets
       on the stars
         tonight
            i wish,
for you to be
        delivered
           to me
            from above.
And at long last
          I can share
            my burning
       love
               for you.