dusk

the moonbeams glowed on your face.
the stars sparkled in your eyes.
the wind rang in your ears.
the cold air, filled your lungs.

you changed before me.
into someone else.
foregoing farewells.
you chose to forget the past.

i’ll remember you as you were.
that night in my arms.
cold, but content.
waiting to disappear.

transitions

i always think of you in the autumn,
when leaves fall
with sharp winds.

maybe it’s from our past encounters,
closed local pools
echoing our voices.

from the cold catching our skin,
tangled hands
on frozen lips.

we didn’t have a summer love,
hearts in other places
far from reach.

but it ended how it started,
when a season ends
a new one begins.

cliff

where do i go from here?
i’ve made sacrifices,
chosen path after path.

yet here i am.
stopped before a chasm,
only to go below.

did i make a mistake?
all of the choices i made,
i think about them now.

i did my best.
working through problems,
creating solutions.

so have i failed?
this jagged ledge,
breaking away.

i must have lost my way.
back near the middle,
or beginning.

can i fix this?
maybe if i go back,
or jump down.

fear.
it will keep me in place,
until it pushes me off.

drop

would you come back to me?
i’ve misplaced all my memories.
last night I fell from the sky.
realized what time it was,
jumped a few stories.
i burst into pieces,
when i struck the ground.
nobody recognizes my face anymore.
i was high.
forgotten time.
remedy this portrait of me.
i came assembled.
posable and slender.
but I just can’t seem to remember,
where did you go?

saints be merry

i met up with your best friend,
she really liked me – in a way.
i had all i wanted back home,
but why would i want to stay.
you were working afternoons,
i was there just to visit you.
and you smiled on,
and on – when you saw my face.
what was i doing in this place?
didn’t want to make the same mistake.
i missed you, more then days could save.
because you were so far away,
that our love let down.
but we meant it – till that day.
used to the taste of cigarettes,
and the sorrow of my ways.