startled
by the sound
of my
imagination,
woken by a feeling
i assumed had
passed,
taken with a sight
that refuses
to let
go,
settled by the voice
of someone i
used to
know.
rhyme
shadow passenger
on train
nods as he
passes
by,
i’ve never caught
his face,
although we’ve
met eye to
eye.
with roses
on your cheeks
we tumbled into wild
garden bed,
grass stains upon
knees,
dirt in the creases
of our eyes.
stepped through
a dream
and found myself trapped
in someone
else,
till i became the
voice
to summon my
release–
for the dream within
a dream to
cease.
you made room for
my words–
i crowded your
mind,
you offered real
time–
i seized more than
my share,
you proved that
you cared..
far more than
was fair.
she caught
me
staring through
our photo–
to find
the green patch,
then erased my face
from memory,
and stepped with me
into flusher
scenery.
in your
kiss..
slipped a plea
to believe
if for just the
moment-
with both eyes
closed
and my fingers clasped
around yours.
the day fell
like lead curtains,
you endured character
attacks,
so i’ll display
affections
in a meal i made
from scratch,
it won’t resolve work
troubles
but may let you
relax.
the full weight of
your smile,
a chipped and faded
checkered
floor tile,
the stitches from
your belly
laughs-
all that in
a photograph.
a rain kissed
stroll..
past the old
haunt
reminds me why
we moved
and rekindles
wistful
mood.
hands in the garden 
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