When I can't take the silence anymore
I type my little message,
send it to your cellular device
"Goodnight, sleep well."
When I really want to say
"I love you, sweet dreams."
And a few minutes later you say,
"Oh yeah. Good dreams."
And I want to kiss you,
smile at you, eat frozen raspberry yogurt
and I can't so
I guess I'll go to sleep.
Skin as white as snow
Her heart, ice cold
Everyone looked at her in fear
She decided that she couldn’t stay here
Like the wind,
In the blizzard,
Everything she saw;
Everything she touched
Froze in its place
Glowed as she stayed
Each creation, different each time
Not one in itself was the same
All her creations were just like her:
A snowflake: just as unique.
The other day
I stood outside
thinking to myself
All the pain came flooding back
from past times all alike
pain I shared with others
and pain all of my own
pain that brought knives rope
and pain that brought some hope
Then my sorrow came flooding out
in tiny shiny drops
with a name we've given
that is so simple,
Yet as they fell towards my palm
they turned to hardened ice
falling down to my open hand
behold my frozen pain
I reached up my trembling hand
to catch the falling silver
only to see both pain and hope
shatter in my palm
The table is clean and the fork and spoon,
They lay in bed, blanketed in a white embrace.
Are they happy? I wonder...
I watch them, waiting for something,
Thinking of someone else.
I am not alone. Her eyes give her away.
She smiles, I smile back softly.
We touch and our eyes meet.
She's warm, she helps me forget.
She gives me her lips and I drink.
Give me more! I want more to drink...
More to forget why I'm thirsty.
Thirsty for her laugh, her dimples, her skin...
Her hopes, her scars, her warmth.
Etched in forts, in long drives, in eyes, in tacos and salsa verde y roja.
But it's cold now.