When the last memory says
I have to remember
all the layers that whisper in these rooms.  
My fingers become blind
to the passing warmth of years
my lips have forgotten
way too soon.

I always knew
the rambling name
of the nights when I smiled
at the voices of the stars.  
This is when I felt the air lingering
inside of a time
when I knew I could stand
where you are.

Faded hours fall
from my childhood scars
like solemn words set fire in streams
to all I speak.  
Still, I accept your arms
and give you all my love,
knowing.......
no breath of mine will sleep.

A knowing is left
like a sound subdued in my ear,  
and I savor the notion
that your words lie underneath.  
I read each line
one more time....until,
the end of us
is a tear
I'll never weep.

I awake...

once more craving
the taste

of...


your kiss


<3

Do you reach for me
in the absence of sleep...

letting your fingers
playfully tease the cold
from empty sheets

tracing the indentation left
from another

unwelcome
yet sweetly whispered

Goodnight.

Do your eyes softly focus
not
upon the darkness
but lingering gently over the contours
of ruffled folds
filled with the ache of each new night

without me there

as I do as I always do

when I reach
for

you.

Suddenly my thoughts run deeper
and become folded
inside the scent of the air
until they pull on my heart-strings
and watch
my tears cry tears of their  own.  
And I laugh and smile,
pretend to be happy
as if I don't remember
you're gone.

However, sorrow brings truth
as it closes in
to unravel the seconds
of each sleepless night
I have held for years unknown.  
And I realize,
it's time to move forward,
stop letting my tears
cry tears
of their own.

My lips may not say

what your heart already heard