See, I love him so much
That I can’t write about him,
And this is the closest I’ve ever come
To a love poem in the past year:
We make the cosmos jealous of our light,
And the most beautiful thing I can write down is his name.

The audience sits taking in the last scene of the show.
The strain of the chairs echoed.
I guess that's it.
We ran a great show.
You were a great cast member.
Tonight is the beginning of the end.
Tomorrow, you will be on Broadway
And I will sit and write screenplays instead of performing.

We're the leaf falling.
Moving, carried slowly
Touching, scraping the sidewalk,
Ripping, tearing under feet
Drying, crumbling into tiny pieces
Scattered, spread, carried in separate directions.
We're the leaf falling.

I loved a poem before it was written onto paper.
I held it close for days.
Whispered my love as I caressed it's words lengthy and smooth
But to love something you must let it go.
I let my poem go.

I consumed your agitation, drew it from your lips.
As i felt the round edges of your aching desire.
You held nothing back as you took my love
And led me to an ocean of burning fire.
Our love consulted with our hearts
And they all agreed,
This love we have can't by others be acquired.

Give me your jewels you've hidden so well,
Contained and buried deeply in your heart.
Unearth and place 'em inside my pail
So I may take 'em and remove the shards.
I will polish 'em, before I tell
If your jewels, your love, is what I have sought.

I fall in love
with people that fall
out of reach
my hands grasping
fighting to hold
that which can't be held
fleeting brushes of hope
that, over the years, hold
my heart down
and dry up my tears
to make those around me
nothing but ghosts
I'm caught up in
loving
I'm caught up in
loving

"Be careful, I bite."
I said to he who came close.
He ignored my heed.
He came closer still.
And took a hold of my hands.
"Don't worry Same here."