sundays are the hardest

don't get mad because i made you cry
i don't when you make me die

somedays are harder
than others
but sundays are the hardest

the phone doesn't ring and it's you
long silence
like when i listen to you
breathing

i like the dream of us
but would love you more
only if you woke up
with me everyday
until we can both sleep

and then sundays
might not be so hard
and somedays
harder just to get home
to you

stars

sleeping in the warmth
of you

breathing
only you

holding
something that slipped
from my grasp

day on your neck
sweat
candy
smoke

driving
you went one way
me no where near

tears
in the road
screaming
under the sky

farther away
more i died

heaven
will be no rest
as i have seen your light

and
death
as i died in your love

only a ghost

left for dead
roadside distance
trapped in the barbed wire

my hands have been taken
so that i have nothing to cry into
since touching you

my lips torn
so that may not kiss
or speak you name

a heart now filled
echoes
of what was

i can offer nothing
which is what i have
without you

gone.

peace.

missed

I miss the air you bring with you
The current
The light
The noise

In my hands
I have nothing
but memories
of your whispers

Out of the past
comes laughing
crying
silence

Sunsets
left for everyone
else to see but
us

I miss the scent you brought with you
The spray
The waves
The silence

cold

from the cold wastes
shiver at the touch
of your voice

your hand on my cheek
pressing deep
into my heart

down from the heavens
fell so long ago
broken wings

tricked
barren trysts
with thankless glances

i am torn open
naked
on severed limbs

only sight
enough
for your eyes
once

5.10.09

it's this time at the end of the day
when the sky goes bluest
the sun the brightest
i think of being small to the world

you remind me of so many sunsets
burning so bright
in my eyes
and now my heart