I have seen many juliettes running from their romeo (remembrance)
too many trees shedding their leaves in this falling world
I am wistful; you are not lucid
I think of the many planes that have disappeared; I think of you. your smile
keeps me up in the clouds with them. So I can remember. How I felt, How I felt.
soaring above me is the gates…[Read more]
a working list of things i want to share with you sits by my bed
you were the first person to touch me
i still feel you in my dreams
i think about kissing you on new years
the lipstick stains, flushed cheeks
i think about your smiling eyes
as you dry mine i feel restless.
requiem plays in the backround
and i start to…[Read more]
My body is weathered.
When I think of you again, under the lilac bush
I will retreat back into my shell of thinking you were the one.
Each night before going to bed I will pray the rosary
hoping you’ll find you’re way back to me.
Soon even then I will convince myself that it is only the summer heat.
You are no longer what controls me,…[Read more]
i wish i could be like you
crafty for hours on end
making wreaths for the holidays and
this year i didn’t even pick out a tree.
each side, both persistent for an outcome found me,
indecisive, in my room, hours on end
writing what i couldn’t always write.
i didn’t want anything to do with you, i wanted everything.
you ask me each time i dwindle
i fall in love with you each time- you ask me
if i’m thinking about you or what
and i say i’m thinking about your cuteness
you held my hand on the backroads
turkeys flocked before our eyes
i thought i saw my life flash before my eyes
turns out it was only love
flashing back to when i was unable to admit it
i am antsy on our vintage red couch,
it sinks to the floor.
the apartment building is musty;
the robins came back.
blue disappears through the ground and spouts to the bay-
only in my dreams
we lay crying.
you moved to the hotel downtown:
almost six years later it is remodeled,
an ipitome of ugly.
for one reason (maybe more)
i was…[Read more]