Old Stomping grounds

Today you embarked on a journey back to the land where we were last in love. Along the way you stopped and ventured in a town that hold delight for me. Do you stop during your visit and wonder what it would be like to share the moment with me? Were you overcome with a desire to have me along your side while you strolled the town square? Or were you blind to it all and I too full of sentiment to my own good?

Now that your back in "our" town. The town where we first stood as two fully independent adults, a place where we separated from all that we had know and were left to rally our strength and face our weaknesses. A place that we flourished. A place that will always have a tender place in my heart and a pull on my soul.

Is it weird being back without me? Can you feel my presence, as my spirit lingers in our old hangouts. As you travel down the same streets that were once familiar do you remember how I would criticize your driving and brace against the door? Do I even register in your thoughts anymore? Will your time back in "our" town bring me back to you? I am foolish to believe it matters, to think that it will impact you in any way.

As you gather in the old familiar places, as you reconnect with old friends and as you embark on your new journey I hope I linger a little in your thoughts. I hope there are good memories of us. I hope this doesn't pull you down or sadden you but rather that it allows you a moment to slow down and embrace the pleasure it offers.

Today my thoughts kept drafting there to "our" town. I can clearly picture the neat square layout of the city. The bright lights of the city's skyline. The cool breeze that once hold so much wonder. I can recall the greasy smell of bars the quite of the streets lined with trees and the people lined avenues. Such fondness makes my heart ache. Knowing that you're there and I'm here makes me envious in ways I couldn't of foretold.

Mourns Grace

Your light caress is still playing on repeat in my mind.
Last night was so easy.

With your light kiss on my forehand and our deeper kisses. Today I mourn their lost.

Your warm breath on my neck that sends chills down my spine.

What is this effect you have on me?

Lying in your arms still feels like home, even after all this time.

Waking up and knowing that you are there. Knowing that even for as brief as it was, it was the highlight of my weekend.

Here I sit

Here I sit
Doing the exact same motions as
Yesterday
Thinking the exact same thoughts as
Yesterday
Feeling the exact same void as
Yesterday

Here I sit
In a trance thinking about us
Even when in the back of mind
And in my heart there is no us

Here I sit
Hopeful for tomorrow
Cautious for the spell to break
It will eventually I know

Here I sit
On the fringe of delight
Of experiencing love
With someone new

Here I sit
Envisioning a carefree
Tomorrow
Permitting a change to take hold
Tomorrow
Strengthening my soul for all of my
Tomorrows.

A Stranger's Light

A stranger with a fuzzy face
Smeared my final dreams
They fell like ashes to the ground
Where they were promptly stumped

The candle of hope
A beaker of lies spilled over my shame
The forces collided into the truth
Windless sails stopped abruptly

Last night shoved into the light
The dark corner of despair maneuvered
By a skilled hand light flashed on my deepest
Hopes and just like cockroaches they vanished in the light

The effort that was needed
A position held were never apprehended
All that was desired was the forthright title
And a embrace for your heart and affections

Specks of truth shined thru like glimmers of glitter
Brushed away by a careless hand and the unyielding
Optimism for a fairy tale ending
For a aspiration of esteem yet the price too high to pay

Fighting against a small doubt
A seed was planted against the odds
The road travelled parallel to imaginary
Doubting eyes curved inward

Tight grips of deep hunger falling short
Of passion a love resigned to comfort and
Familiarity yet yearning absolute obsession