I wondered what you were waiting for, lighting a candle and sitting by the same window every night with the curtain slightly drawn open, casting a narrow slant of wavy glows like ghosts shimmering along your face. Our names never exchanged, we've always been strangers, but I saw something in youthat I recognized in myself, in anyone that lost their heart and waits to be held. Waiting for love to take its unique shape befo...

I have to learn how to let go,  unwilling to fade away with you, if this is how we'll scream,  pull the air from my lungs. I'd rather just be left alone  in the enveloping dark to no longer carry the flame,  the torch that could once ignite  entire valleys and mountains,  snuffed out the moment I could sense you Pulling away one fragment at a time, first noting the distance,  the hesitation in your voice. I can feel the t...

Listen closely for the sound of my name  passing through your lips,  you are every note,  every thread holding me in place,  unraveling would only turn me into  a shadow and locking doors. If you look close enough you'll eventually see  each hair on my skin swaying from your breath, my voice forming and reflecting  our need to join as one being As I see the lantern's flickering light splashing on your hair,  the wind outs...

As that date has passed I thought of you, I miss you and all the things we used to do. All the vacations and time spent together,We were supposed to be together forever. We were a unique pair and now we're apart.The day you were taken from me broke my heart. I'll always love, cherish, and miss you always,I sometimes hear your laughter through the hallways. You were my special lover and wonderful friend,You were killed and...

I want you to swim through my veins like you're learning them for the very first time,absorbing the pulse and the contained heat that makes me.You would find yourself there,see that you're somewhere within every reflection of me that others will see,that you hide in my eyes whether they're blinking orwatching you in the memory of the first time we met.When you had no name to paint along my heart yet,no short and sweet not...

If you and I become sinking stones,  raining through and obliterating all that we made a home,  I think I'd rather just burn in the finality of this flight,  turn everything to cinders and  watch them evaporate one by one. Because leaving even the smallest trace of us  will be too much for me to breathe in,  I would gather all the ash and dust  and any speck of bone and try to  shape them to their precise former beauty, ...

The night wraps around you with each step,  the air slightly chilled as the blistering summer  slowly yields and fall teases the air with vibrant  streaks of silver moonlight and breezes so quiet,  each are unique whispers of air reminding you  of the places we used to go off to alone And the sound of your voice shaped ink endlessly  writing beyond paper and skin,  the journals and sonnets that would be sealed in vaults ...

There's a place where we move past infatuation,  where blazes cool and become embers that are still lively but must be acknowledged  and touched to recall the fiery origins of. And all you ever have to do is brush your hand along my face to soothe these unceasing clocks  and make me remember exactly who you are. Because there will be days that bleed into one  another with little to distinguish their passing,  where our on...

We met years ago on the shore,  boardwalk planks creaking beneath your feet,  skin still damp and beaded with the ocean,  your shoulder grazing mine once when passing,  looking back to flash a tiny smile. There were dimples in your cheeks,  the final orange glows of sunset splashed along your perfect frame,  tangled black hair almost hiding your face as I walked over, and you were gone Like a film's missing reel,  the sce...

A dark vast expanse changes when your presence touches the air,  even if it's fleeting, the last few notes of a song surrounding the  fog I cannot see beyond, I'm still waiting for your hands to  break through this mist to find me and move me in ways no one else can. And when I wake up, all of my insecurities close in,  they are wolves at the door reminding  me that when you're gone I lay here and memorize the exact  shap...

I've poured through a body of work no one has continued,no one else will see the messages scatteredand decode you like I can.They're all the same phantom framed around ink,ciphers waiting to be unearthed through the narratives,the unnerving breadth between hesitation and touch,belonging to who will never belong to me.Never questioning the fire looming over us,the hungry flames licking and lashing,but I've been here for to...

We charted the lonely contours along one another,  provinces that may have been better left undisturbed,  because the shape of lands can lie as longing bodies do,  familiar horizons weathered into strangers. I'm still on fire when I'm near you,  our forms helpless elements reaching and scorching,  sweeping around the damage we'll cause one another. When the starless sky settles, your hand pulls away like warm foggy tendri...

You've already unmade one world to tether yours to another,  all of the numbers and names,  a river's cold cleansing hush to me of details far too dangerous to hold. A lens cracking from the strain of trying to see there has to be more to you,  instead of devotion turning me into a cautious ghost,  blind to all of time's afflictions. Unable to let anything else out or in,  so I just stay as a symbol watching over you, sti...

“You can't save her Paul. You need to understand this. No matter how much you want it to happen, no matter how hard you try to make it happen, you can't stop it. Clara can't be brought back. This is not what I'm offering you. I'm sorry.” Paul sat on the sofa and leaned forward burying his face in his palms. He breathed through his fingers and then sobbed once...but his tears had dried up long ago. He was spent and raw ins...

Jenny What are you supposed to do when the one who use to mean the whole world to you, cheats on you and then later, comes begging for your forgiveness when you have already moved on? Douglas has been sending me texts after texts begging to meet with me to talk. I have been ignoring them. Can I face him? I don’t know if I can. Do I want to find out? Not really. Am I happy with Jacob? Of course I am. Jacob is… He is amazin...