I am waiting
for you to fade.
Leaving me
alone, wishing
I didn't fall.

I am anticipating
your departure.
For it can't
possibly last -
this thing
called love.

Stupid of me
to think y ou'll stay.
It will only
be a few days now
before you pack
your bags
and move on.

And I am left.
Forgotten.
Like an old sweater.
Discarded.

Slivers of hope
in the morning.
Served with
breakfast tea.

Peace of knowing
fills butter dish.
And somewhere
beside this table,
trodden down
and crushed,
are the thorns
of doubt and despair.

Free as tree tops
to roam the sky.
Release from
a prison
with world at
my feet.

You've let go
and I can only fly

revealing in
my freedom.

Cotton candy
strews sky.
Stirred up
whip cream
flutters by.
Angels sculptures
on display.

A tiny fear
pricks the back
of my mind.

What if it's
all a dream -
and you really
don't exist?

Merely a figment
of my imagination.

What if I
wake up
and you aren't
here?

Are we trying
too hard?
Attempting to grasp
what is unattainable.
Afraid to let go
because it
took so long
to arrive.

Have we lost
what we once
had?
Scared of change
do we struggle
not to drowned?

Have we placed
a dead rose
on a holy alter?
Claiming it was
alive when we
both knew it
had died.
Whithered by time,
crushed with
our expectations.

Has it passed
and we failed
to read the signs?

The shell
was all that
remained
after the long
dark night.
Washed clean
by the evening tide.

Empty.

A reminder
of days past.

Death of
what was once
so beautiful.

They fought.
Pale, sun soaked
tendrils stretching
against a distant sky.
Invading the darkness
that permeated.

Struggling to
push aside with
every shallow breath.

Opposition struck,
its star studded cloak
killing morning rays.
Fighting for realease.
Freedom.

Invisible battles
lines were drawn.
Barriers against
an unknown enemy.
Cautious silence.

A Vicious battle
took center stage.
Calculated shots,
careful blows.
Bitter till the end.

And when creation
dareed open their
hidden eyes -
it saw.

A single beam
reaching across
the battle ground.
Arrayed in light.
Heralding morning's birth.

I promise.
With the moon
and the stars
as my witness.

That despite
what comes -
be it winter rains,
or summer's
scoarching heat.

I will not forget.

Moments spent
will not be lost.

Spoken words
won't disapear.

Whatever happens
I will remember -
even if I forget
everything else.

She shed her coat
as if to say:
it has passed,
and I will be gone
tomorrow.

Golden and bright
it shifted to the ground.
Lining the path
with brilliant array.

She has left.
With the wind at
her back.
Left, and only
her past remains.

There was snow
this morning.
In Paris, in Rome.

Crystal and cold,
against the
Vatican dome.

And I saw
your face pressed
to the skies.

When I walked
down that street
all covered with lies.

I see your hands.
dripping
with blood.

And fake
shallow tears.
Drops in the mud.

I didn't shudder
or shout.
Not even one tear.

For despite
the snow.
I'm leaving here.

All I ask for
is truth.
For you never
to lie.

If it's over
tell me.
If it's done
leave.

I don't want
half-truths
or hidden
messages.

I just want
to know.
When it
happens.
No punches
spared.