CROSSWORDS

I write to bring you closer. To imagine your fingers trailing on the curve of my neck onto my shoulder. To recall the feel of your lips in the curve of my waist. And how are bodies would fall into each other like words in a crossword puzzle. I write for the raw ache inside me when the ink seeps into the paper-for the bittersweet sorrow which comes from bringing you back.

THREE QUESTIONS

What was it like to love him? Asked Gratitude.

It was like being exhumed, she answered. And brought to life in a flash of light.

What was it like to be loved in return? Asked Joy.

It was like being seen after perpetual darkness, she replied. To be heard after a lifetime of silence.

What was it like to lose him? Asked Sorrow.

There was a long pause before she responded.

It was like hearing every goodbye ever said to me-said all at once.

Weather

You were the unexpected.

I did not expect your effect on my heart,

my mind,

my feelings,

my thoughts,

my dreams.

You were the soothing sound

of the light pitter-patter of a drizzle

on a June Sunday morning

in my brutal destructing hurricane.

Lost Things

When you have lost something-like a favorite CD or a set of keys- and while looking for it you come across something else you once lost but have long since forgotten?

Well whatever it was, there was a point where you decided to stop searching- maybe because it was no longer required or a replacement was found. It is almost as if it never existed-until that moment of discovering, a flash of recognition.

Everyone has an inventory of lost things to be found. Yearning to be acknowledged for the worth they once held in your life.

I think that is where I belong- among your lost things. An old photograph pressed between the pages of your book. I hope someday you will find me and remember what I once meant to you.

Soul

When my soul fell in love with you, there was only this yearning to be close to you. The presence that is felt through a hand held, a voice heard or a smile seen.

My soul doesn't know any calenders or clocks, nor does it understand time and distance. It only knows that it feels right to be with you.

This is the reason why I miss you- my soul feels your absence.

"Can I ask you something"?

"Anything".

"Why is it that every time we say goodnight, it feels like a good bye"?

Waking without You

Every song sings of you,

from every tear falling,

I sing along;

in dreams of you

I cling to

when I start waking.

Remembrance

I remember my highs,

as dark as his eyes,

as the sun set;

the dark of his hand covered the pale of mine,

and the easiness of his smile.

I remember my sorrows in hues,

like the grey of his shadows,

looming on my body,

and the white of his lie

when he promised to stay.