I song my songs to no one
While not completely true
The public hears me sing my songs
Unaware I sing for you

As I sing about the Queen and love
Now I risk the fear
Of getting through the lyrics
While holding back a tear

The songs I wrote have meaning
No one can really see
A metaphoric yet real ocean
Unable to keep you away from me

While nature's cruel barrier
Wasn't able to keep us apart
A different way of moving forward
Is what shredded up my heart

We've expressed our love through lyrics
A passion we've both shared
Now I  stop myself from sending songs
To show how much I care

You became for me my muse
Gave me creative spark
Providing passion all around
A contrast that was stark

While sharing lots of laughter
As well as many tears
A monumental experience
That's spanned throughout the years

What I thought an unending connection
We watched our children grow
We came to know what was unknown
With so little left to show

I sing my songs for no one
While my heart will have to mend
I'll continue on to sing my songs
While learning to pretend

I stumbled upon Descanso gardens last December. Felt neck hairs stand at intention. Wishes of the past linger unfulfilled like paralyzed dreams never to be awakened into life.  Fear of replacing the one impossibly interchangeable part of the story I wish be left forgotten.

We met for early dinner. He’s holding out for better and I’m so turned on. We walk the street for ice cream, only to decide I shouldn’t.

I keep my left hand in my pocket. Distantly, I think of getting pizza by the slice with you and suddenly I’m not hungry. He doesn’t like pepperoni.

I love his paintings. He’s an artist, too. I can’t, I won’t take him to the Getty. I want to feel all of him but I don’t want to hold his hand.
Damp blankets call him home to dry. Turning away as the sun sets, I stare at the dirt in front of me, so I know where I stand, present.

You aren’t there. I glance up at the night sky and look away. No more wishing on scars. A shrouded memory of a daydream I once had haunts today I wanted to have just before I woke to the life you never were.

I’m going to the Getty in the morning. Maybe I’ll bring flowers just in case. Or maybe a camera to take photos I will never want to see. Maybe I should just stay in bed and dream a life you’re still there.

Yellow tulips and Rembrandt long your cold piercing stare. We have a date tomorrow at the Getty, it will be lovely so long not to bestir. Bring your favorite pen, as to draw the best of intentions quietly running the palate of my cheek splattered about a cold white marble floor of permeating bitterness. Peering through windows unto the imagination of immortals, bright white fades to nothing

****** be the light of dawn
Now, in step…
Symphonic daydreams tread a measure
Twisted ankles, we graciously fall.

Once upon a time-
Begins in parallel life
The story of love
Not completely true
But not without its value
That halts because internal worth
Is measured by different meters.

And time was of the essence.
Yet time lingered in flesh
Vivid gift of memory  
Sweet sweat trickled down her back
Cradling his head in her lap.

When time again began,
Light shone through cracks
in the perfection.

One, occupied by burdensome things,  
Constrained.
Unready for change,
Overwhelming helter-skelter.

The other, craved a mention
Between chaotic interventions,
And, possibly a promise-
A hope for more than
“A day at a time.”

Passion turning languid,
Green-eyed-monsters birthed.
Words unspoken swallowed,
And spit out in garbled tongue.

Led to the perfect storm
of a time whence upon
Two lovers grew apart
But couldn’t part.

So they lived and loved
in parallel dimensions
Never forgetting.
Never regretting.

Bitterness crept in
And left its stain
plush white carpet
Perfect no more

More or less
Passing the time
And failing to commit
Yet another crime

Lest boast the mind
Accepting fate
Burden to carry
Choosing not to set it down

Here we are
One and done
A love gone astray

Feeling used
A bit confused
As trash just thrown away

Perhaps one day
You'll realize
The value of what you had

A loving friend
A romantic end
Something not so bad

Life will go by
The tears will dry
A love pulled apart

Put up your walls
Watch us fall
You'll always have my heart

Here we are
One and done
As once again you leave

Feeling used
A bit confused
What exactly did this achieve?

A ghost pushed me down the steps.
Naked I fell.
On my way to quench my thirst with grape juice.
What a silly thing to do in the middle of the night.
And now my neck shattered, femur pushed through broken skin.
A helicopter en-route to save my life.
And yet, somehow…
I’m still trying to calm everyone else.