vowed we’d not
lose touch
then found ourselves
distracted by
attractions..
still, i miss you
much.
drank my
fill,
spilled from
the tank,
stained fresh
grass,
let chances pass
like ships
and watched them
fade into the
distance.
do you boast a faith
strong enough
to feel..
the years as they
flash forth
for their final
release?
it may come
as little surprise..
i’m not prepared
to tender
my
goodbyes.
i don’t need you to
be constant,
just
present..
intermittently
or whenever you’ve
the space
for my head in
your heart.
i watched
you..
pop out of
that portrait frame
and take life by
the eyes,
seeming more at ease
in motion
than plastered pretty
on a wall.
a stretch from
the cave-
trembling for
sunlight,
in hopes your warmth
finds its
way
through the thickest
of nights.
i don’t fall
often,
though when
i do..
it shakes the
ground–
and wakes all resting
beasts around,
so i step with
caution..
too
often..
with feet made
of cotton.
i don’t sip
coffee
yet inhale its breeze
from a table
over,
wondering what it means
to the lips it
warms
on this morning
come too
quick.
i’m just static on
your screen,
turn me off to get
a good night’s
sleep
you’re a noise
stream
rushing into placid
dreams.
half grin
on a full moon..
perched over
deep frets,
i need not a nightlight
to know you’re
here yet.
hands in the garden 
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