The Mourning Dove

The caged bird flys
so sad and far from home.
All alone amongst the grey sky,
it sings a song of mourning
like the doves
perched upon the wire.
They see all
Hope and happiness
loss and longing
fair and foregoing
yet they still sing
their song of mourning
They still stand their perch and wait
all alone amongst the grey sky.

Like You Knew Me

Oh, baby,
if you only knew
my thought process
and how it pertains to you.
Long, amber hair,
eyes wide for the glare
Oh, baby,
it just ain't fair.
You stare right through me,
like you knew me
all the while.
With an honest smile
and a lightning in your eye,
it shocked me to hear
only truth and not lie.
Oh, baby,
if you only knew.
It just ain't fair.

If Only a Whisper

Everything ended so abrubtly.
It's a wonder I wonder
about you at all.
Still I do.
Can you still see
the beauty in the trees
the breeze blowing life
through the leaves?
Do you think about me
as the sunsets?
As it disembarks
below the tree line,
do you wonder if
I'm somewhere watching, too?
Or are you too absorbed in you?

You could ask the same.
Do my dreams whisper
your name?
They're more like a scream
and I awake without you
beside me.

So Many Miles, So Short a Distance

I drove miles, passing time alone.
So many miles, you'd never know,
to pass my time with you.
It feels like I've travelled the world.
Yet here I sit in the same town
I did all that I could, I hope you see.
There's so many feelings
bubbling up inside of me.
And instead of hiding, I run.
I drive so many miles, you'll never know.
It feels as if I've travelled the world.
Yet here I sit in the same town,
passing time alone.

Longing for the Light

Oh, for romance.
For the feel of lips
cold and wet from the water
that we swim in.
For the feeling of flesh
pressed against flesh.
Face to face
as we bob like swans
upon crystal-strewn waters
in a sea of contentment.
For the kiss that's shared
for the first time together
and the feeling in your heart,
the light feeling in your stomach.
Like the light at the end of the tunnel,
there is hope.

Our Last Moments

Nothing lasts forever.
So I hope the vision of you,
running barefoot
through the cold wet grass
in the black of night,
soon fades.
A streetlight lit your silhouette
and I nearly stopped
as I heard the echo of your voice
crackle with held back tears,
begging me not to leave.
Still I sped off, I turned the corner
and the last page of our chapter together.

"Taking a break" was your way of progressing towards permanence. One week would become two, would become three, would become forever. Because "taking a break" is the long way to "breaking up" and I refuse to continue to put my life on hold in order for you to continue fumbling around in the dark. A streetlight lit your silhouette, yet you remain simply a shadow.

The Warmth

Like coming in from the cold winter weather
Removing gloves, scarves, hats, boots
and laying down in front of the fire
wrapped in a blanket
Feel the warmth as it begins to tingle in your toes
Spreading, you relax and breathe deeply
There is nothing like it
The way the warmth makes everything okay
It is the best feeling you will find
It is like being a kid again
coming in from the cold on a snow day
and letting the warmth
melt away your cares