A Shadow from the Past

You hurt more than paper cuts and car crashes yet I can't let you go.

You are that garbage bag of memories that I always throw out but sneak back eventually. Countless times.

You are that frayed teddy bear with its stuffing peaking out through odd places, yet always loved and hugged and sung to sleep.

You are the only blanket that can never make me feel warm.

You are the receiver of the letters I never send.

You have the second movie ticket, the couple ring, that perfect pair.

You are a dictionary to the emotions I never understood until I met you.

You are the reason why I can't drive again, because it's different without you there riding shotgun.

You are what made us.

You are.







You were.







Why did you have to go to a place where I can't follow?



I miss you. I always do.

Woes of Connection

A bundle of wires and steel and copper, connecting you to the world.

Your cold, impersonal monitor separating you from it.

Smile Song

The feelings your voice can give to me.

I wish I can make you hear the rhythm of my heart too.

lub dub, lub-dub

Can you hear your name?

The Worlds You Make

Every time you put pen to paper, you're not exactly sure what to write.

And then it makes contact, and things become alive.

People are given names, places are given landmarks, music is given lyrics, life is given meaning.

And you lift your pen, stretch, rest, take a break. Maybe you begin again, maybe you decide to write again later.



And in your wake you leave another world behind you. And it lives on from every moment since.

Circle of Love

Reading about love again and again and again. It becomes part of you, until you search for it yourself. For yourself.

And we realize we are a part of love already.

It is all a big circle. It encompasses everything.