Everybody Talks

She lay there dissecting every line in her mind as the tears rolled down her cheek onto the white Egyptian cotton pillowcase. Maybe - conditional adverb meaning something is a possibility. We, group pronoun, now broken into two individual pronouns you and I. Can, a slightly more direct verb but still operating conditionally under the presence of maybe. Talk- something they once did often but the subject of which had recently become inherently less in depth that she was accustomed. Sometime- here we are back to the conditional and undefined. Everything in her life seemed to come with conditions these days. An eternal bartering system really. But it was not unlike him to make everything a negotiation. Even his relationships acted as business transactions. You give this and in exchange I shall provide that. “Seems to be getting harder to keep score these days doesn’t it” she thought.

A Heart Like Mine

I was recently told that there are three types of people in the world; givers, takers and traders. Me? I am a giver. When I give, I give all I have. When I love, I love with all I have. I don’t keep score; I don’t count favors. Bartering is not part of who I am. I give because I am a giver by nature, because that’s how it should be. My love is deep and constant. It is not fickle; it does not change its mind. It is not pretentious or proud. I know not how to guard a heart like mine for guarded hearts rarely feel the true depths of love. While I may embellish it with a small box for protection at times, the first sight of wind sends in tumbling to the earth. But such a stance often causes more pain than most. I open my heart easily and freely; I see the best in others and as such can be disappointed far more frequently than others. A heart like mine was made to be broken.

I dream

I dream of silence on a mountain top
I dream of days I have long forgot
I dream of Paris in the snow
I dream of nights on the beach
I could dream to fill a lifetime
If all my dreams came true
But what’s the point in dreaming
If the dream is not for two?
I could have the moon in the southern sky
I could have the stars on a pitch-black night
I could have the ocean, the rivers, and the trees
I could have the blue birds that sing in the spring
Anything in this world, I could have if I chose
But it all means nothing if I’m not with you.

Your Eyes

I miss our conversations and the sparkle in your eyes. I miss the phone calls that last all night. I hate that we lost that connection and that we don’t feel close anymore. I know that things will never be the same but I miss the comfort of your understanding. I miss the way we spoke in words few others understood. Not often do you find someone with whom you connect so easily yet even as I write these words I remember the cloudy days. I remember the times we fought when you thought I didn’t understand, when you wanted me to take a leap I wasn’t ready for, when I couldn’t bear my soul as you desired. We rode the waves to safety but never really left the shore. We simply waited hoping to get swept away again. I miss the way it felt to be with you on those cold December nights. I miss the light in your eyes.

Without you

Being without you is lonely in the strangest kind of way
There is no gaping whole of sorrow
My life didn’t stop when you drove away
This feeling isn’t overwhelming
It doesn’t leave me paralyzed
I miss you in the smallest ways
Like being covered in a thousand tiny paper cuts
Each memory as insatiable as the last
They sting and pulse with every touch
But no blood rushes to the incision
There are no wounds to nurse
Just small enough to cause no bleeding
Just strong enough to cause great pain
Being without you is lonely in the strangest kind of way

The City

I step into the darkness of the city
Pacing down the sidewalks that are broken
I look around the streets for answers
Ever searching for the light

The evening is chilled by the winds of the city
As the people huddle under the streetlights
Glass lay on the street broken
As the people cry out unanswered

For a silence has consumed the city
As they too search blankly for the answers
And the guardian of hope treads lightly
Protecting souls on the verge of breaking

There is an emptiness that fills the city
Making whole what once was broken
For in the darkness of ourselves we find answers
That carry us back to the light

Find Me

Wait for me in strawberry fields
As the city lights go dark
And we’ll count the stars above us
As we wonder through the park

Find me in Boston Harbor
By the ships that sail away
We’ll catch the first boat out of here
And find our dreams amidst the bay

Look for me on the Champs Elysee
I’ll be dancing in the streets
Singing songs of love to you
From the corner where we’ll meet

Meet me on Grand Avenue
And we’ll stroll down memory lane
Looking back on our time together
As you take my breath away

We’ll travel the world together
Close your eyes and you shall see
The world could be our playground
Eternally, you and me