Losing Home

It's the smell that filters through my nose

Every time I open the door to enter

That I'll miss most

The scent of being home

Of looking to see if you are too

It's the moments and days you're there

Resting your head on the bed

Waiting for my day to end

So our night can commence 

Walking away, the memories will ache

With a hole in my chest

Where you belonged

I found a home

Within your soul

Only you are the one now gone

And I'm left resting my head alone

Waiting for you - knowing that home 

Isn't here anymore

Ringed Fingers

I’ve sat here so many times with you before

Looked across the table

Mirroring you

Those eyes

Intense as they come

Some days bright

Other days none

I had no need, no desire

To look any further than you

Not up

Nor down

Or from side to side

Missing things

Left and right

Beautiful things

Interesting

Kind

Things my life would be better

Had I seen

With my eyes

Opened

Instead of shut

But inside my bubble

I stayed

Blinded by your games

And the things in you

I thought I saw

Lover’s problems

The idea I had

That I could trust

With normal skies clouding

I was lost in rolling tides

Of butterflies

Sleepless nights

And soft fingers touch

On skin

Mine

Yours

Ours

The fingers of rings

Rings that got lost

Are now dressing fingers

I type you this on

Time to take them back

Gather my things

And continue to ride

Rollercoaster eyes

You Should Know

I was crazy happy with you

All those times ago

Rolling in fields

Of concrete tombs

As the sun set

Behind the sea

An ocean of open arms

Giving to us

These moments to hold

In place and time

In frames

And minds

Of memories

Yours and mine

Waves crashing over

One another

As we did

Over sheets

That wrapped

Temporary linen

And nine candles

Lighting us silently

Lovingly

Giving ourselves

To one another

Like the tide

Gives itself to the sea

Until dawn

You gave yourself

To me

And you should know
That you made me

Complete

Black Moth

Black moth
Wears sooted wings
A resistant residue
Of powdered coal
Envelopes your soul
Trodden upon
Turned cold
Where did you go
Will you fly again
Up high in the sky
Mediocre fair
Without wheel of ferris
Candy flossed
A pink you don't know
Or remember
Ever tasting
Shut out
A colorful world
And wings that sing
As dancers do on toes
Kaleidoscope dreams
Moving like the salted sand
Beneath my feet
Smoothly
Hushing
Summer breeze
Unlike winter's breath
With a slow and steady murder
At the chance
Of Autumn's arms
Cradling snug
Around this frame
Tiny. Petite
All still now
Settle the dust
And hand pain
A different hand to hold
Fall in love under trees
Where the butterflies roam
Bound and buried in tar
Black moth you wont do
Don't drape your black cape
Around my wings too

Again, Goodbye.

Vicious

Beastly

Yet kind

In your eyes

Behind the lines

Drafting tales

To tell over and over

Again

Harsh reality

Sinking deeper in

To the trap

We found ourselves 

Hiding behind

Captured

Our hearts

And more moments in time

Stopping, stopped

All the air lost

Sipping

Eyes wise

And wide

Over cups

Of chamomile tea

Followed ecstasy

Dreams of a life

Mexican delights

Everything wanted

The answers

Left seeking

We’d sought

And the chance

In us to find

What could be

Blissful and kind

Turned to lies

And fell apart

In the blink

Of my eye

And so begins

Again

Goodbye