When I was standing
where you are standing tonight,
I was thinking about you.

That's what you told me.

Standing here brings me no closer to you.
Knowing I won't see you,
Knowing that you are all I think about,
Not just for a moment at a bus stop.
I am done standing where you've stood.
I want to be where you are.

This is clearly an argument.
You place your hand on my lower back.
You lead me in how I wronged you.
I can bend for you.
But only so far.
We will sway to and fro.
I dip you in empty apologies.
You twirl me in my unjust cause.
I try to pull us away from the floor.
But a new song is bound to play.
You never tire.
Back and forth.
Our never ending dance.

My eyes are fixated upon my life.
My brow furrows to any thought.
And for days now.
These muscles ache.
They've been like this.
So visibly upset.
My mind overlooks.
But my body does not.
Yet.
I let my mind continue.

I write symphonies.
Not with a pen but a brush.
My words aren't spoken.
They are thrown.
They are splattered.
I feel each stroke as a note.
A cellist writing his greatest concerto.
A masterpiece.
And I'm writing for you.

To go to sleep upset.
No words will be met.
Our silence is clear enough.
Like a duet.
We share this stage.
Full of rage.
And can't admit it.

Let's drink.
We havent the time to think.
One? Maybe three?
You open up like a Water Lily
Would it be so silly?
To sit at a bar with me.
Sipping on your whiskey.
Thinking why we.
Isn't actually "we".

Spent.
Stolen.
Your heart.
Borrowed.
Used.
Our time.
Broken.
Wasted.
My nerve.

These wishes are beyond these limits.
Seeing you there,
I could never relate.
Who am I to be jealous?
So selfish.
Enjoying yours.
While I'm pondering mine.

This weather has brought me to you.
We have swayed like trees in this weather
Closer than ever.
Sometimes further away.
I remember your heart on that day.
It's nearly a year.
And the weather is holding.

You squeeze me as you dream
In my arms I hold you in the highest esteem
Thank you for this
Thank you life of bliss
From this year to the next
Yours is the only attention I would pay for
You know, I couldn't want anything more
So sleep my angel
Sleep and know that I will always keep you
Safe and warm at night
Know that your soft breathing does inform
That tonight I have done it right
I could never be more grateful
To have a sleeping angel

Why is it only now that I can't say one word
Yet I thought up the dialogues for the rest of our lives.
For a lack of courage.

This morning.
Cream.
Staring out that window.
Two sugars.
And You.
Smiling.
Why would you want yours any other way?

I lay here wondering about the fears you can sleep through.
I don't know, you say. As if that's a justifiable explanation.
Sleepless is this night you tell me that I scare you.
Am I your fear?
Am I the one you don't know?
Sleep away this night. It's just another night.
What will tomorrow mean anyway?
When will you notice I'm here?
Some day.
I lay here wondering about the fears you can sleep through.
I wish, but I know I can't help you.

Heavy breathing.
You're deep asleep and I'm not near you.
You're safe in this moment.
Heavy breathing.
You'll have your bad dreams but
You'll tell me in the morning.
Heavy breathing.
You stand so tall but
You hold such strong chains.
Heavy breathing.
You've put up your wall.
You've held your tongue.
Movement.
Adjustment.
Silence.
You put your body on mine now.
You rest your chains.
Soft breathing.
Soft breathing.
Soft.

Tell me sweet princess
Could I carry your groceries?
Or are you scared of believing what your heart just hasn't seen.