I didn’t know

until you weren’t here.

The color was always on

my pallet, accentuate,

me.

I was selfish with the color,

ran dry,

moving oceans painted red

bleeding through the canvas

onto my knees. Traded

brush

for pity.

Never been

to the bottom

of the bottle.

I believe in you,

the ball drops to the Earth.

The eyes fall below the group

a tear sinks to the Earth,

I shouldn’t be this distraught,

I tried.

I’ve studied long enough

to know

that the Chemistry

isn’t the only ingredient.

I just want to hear it.

Your words stayed on my lips

Everlasting taste stays with me

like you walking with me in

a meadow with two doe’s

side by side.  I think about

that day like it was tomorrow.

That day will play in my brain

like It’s a Wonderful Life on Christmas.

You tasted like honey,

was a wonderful day.

Tell me once, and it will be

Christmas,

Do you?

 

King a top the mountain

gate shined bright, blinding

the subjects below. Tears

filled the lake rushing through

the mountain.

The only show of life.

Aluminum and cigarette buds

made most of the layers.

None would venture near,

except the waves of life

dribbling around the edges.

Fish swimming upcurrent

pass the weary travelers

looking for a mountain

to lay a flag.

I wanted

everything.

Mostly,

I wanted to know

what was dancing

on your mind.

Seems like

a life time ago,

I don’t know

if I remember the steps.

Was it right before

or right now?

It doesn’t matter.

I just want

too see you

close

that is everything.

 

Follow me,

will jump off the edge,

hand in hand,

greeting the Earth below.

This reality won’t catch us

won’t support us,

won’t pass the Mic for us

too sing our sorrows.

Maybe I’m just venting,

maybe we should go to a new bar

maybe we should sing karaoke

until the sun comes up.

I wish, I wish

you would carry the courage

too see your worth

know your exact change

it’s a subtle tip

that

I’d catch you.

You shouldn’t

but

you can’t help it.

What if you called

what if you came over for dinner

what if you weren’t so scared.

What would tomorrow have been?

Would you have stayed the night

would have made breakfast

would you have called tomorrow?

What if you gave it chance.

It’s not healthy, I know,

I just can’t help give it a second thought

or maybe three.

Looking at your number in my phone

wondering if you were doing the same.

It’s not healthy, I know,

prone to question

what would have been.

 

Slowly down the steps,

I saw her.

Each step,

a wonder. The red dress

covered her long legs,

shinning from the moon light

drawn to her. Long hair

waving along her side,

envying the intimacy.

I couldn’t move.

The shine from the blue

sparkled, but the green,

the green

reached for my heart,

and sang.

In false command,

praying for pause

anything but ephemeral

reaching for words,

stumbling for syllables.

You are beautiful.

Whispering to me,

you are the first.

 

 

For some

it doesn’t come 

in an envelope through 

a mail slot.

Didn’t show up

on our doorstep

engraved in evlen

and a large white hat.

Someone didn’t save

you from sand people

in the dune with tales

of your father.

The beginning moment

is shrouded in history,

unavailable until the peek.

Till the curtains are drawn.

A moment all reach and pass

without a second glance, 

shadowed beauty 

with a yellow umbrella. 

Will scour the books,

together.