Call it grace,
good fortune,luck,fate,cause and effect,whatever you wish to call it,your presence in my lifeis joy,happiness,light.You aremy greater good
Why do your eyes come to mind
in times of solemn reverie?We found solace in our sorrows,but we could not share.We opened old wounds,and cut new ones.Everything red-hotor ice-cold.Like your lipsand your eyes.
but sometimes 2 very dif
thins are meant to betogether like ketchup and musterd/
Do you remember the first time you put your arm around mine
as we walked down the street? Was it after dancing with Shawn and David at the Blue Monk? I think it was. Remember the second time? We got dinner at Trattoria Aroma. We talked of old age, family, death, amidst a wonderful meal together. You got the pappardelle, I got pizza. I should have gotten […]
Excuse my existential
Four Thousand Miles
my phone lays silentas you fly through the airto a new countryto start a new chapter in your lifewhat will you see?what will you create?what will your story be?share it with meas I attempt to write my own
Some Shit
When at last I close my eyes,and my mind removes me from my currentreality,and tries to decide what to think upon,the concept ofyouarises.Why?I don’t know.I try to label it:guilt?syzygy?that ever presentbut never mentionedbond?I just don’t know.
You said “I’m going home now.”
I said“I guess I’ll just go home too.”But, truth be told,after those 8 drinks,I wish I was going home with you.
A piece of dirt remains in my bed,
along with the scent of the hair on your head.
I would have told you
that I’d make us lattesin the morningand you would have stayedin my bed instead I chose tonot watch you leaveand thought of all thepossible worldsin which I told youabout thetwisted tangledtapestryI believewe have woven
