You ever hear

a song that moves your soul, moves your spirit . . . but you can't put your finger on the name of the song or the artisit, yet it plays in constant rotation in your mind. That is how I feel about our first conversation. Your voice has become a distant fog, a vague memory, that I am reminded of when I hear a voice like it . . . but such a thing doesn't exist because you are one of a kind and there is none like you. For the record, I still keep that memory close to me.

 

Trying to remember it.

 

Your voice.

 

You.

I Miss You too (pt. II)

Whether it be in a dream or on the other end of the dial, I never want to say goodbye to you

You don't bore me because you listen and when you listen  . . . I expand my wings and learn how to soar again

I don't want to come down, but if you say goodbye . . . I may never fly

Again,

do never say goodbye

Redundant my call may seem

The hope you've given me will never go unseen

You are reading this don't you see

Never say goodbye

Won't you try?

Because goodbye is all I've known

The wave is slashed on my chest

My hand goes back and forth with no rest

Until,

A weightless pull brought it down

And all my goodbyes drift away from me now

Only when you say hello and forget goodbye

Did you know that goodbye makes me cry?

You are my eyes and the eyes don't lie

Never say goodbye

Only hello, forever

My ferryman

You lifted me out of this hollow pit

You understood how goodbye made me sick

My Dr.

My emblemed saucer

Take me to heights with no point

Press my thighs with your gentle scent

Make me laugh to forget

All the goodbyes that left a stench

Wash me away and Into you

Let's wave to a final goodbye . . .
My 99th reason not to die.

P.S. 

I know I don't need you 

But  

If I had the choice I would like to,

And 

I know Love is not easy, but I want to work at it

with you. 

I Miss You Too

were the last words to crush my heart

Caused an explosion and upon my chest . . . lie the spark

I don't want to think too much, so I dream

of your voice warming my hollow night

I exhaust myself in this realm of predetermined fairytales

The effect ... makes me to feel sweet things

Is this another phase? I wish to know Master

Never had I spoken on the phone from evening til' the morning after

I wonder what holding your hand feels like

I wonder what laying on your chest sounds like

I wonder what story your arms will tell me, as they wrap me

I wonder what wonder your lips will teach me, if they'll hug me or make me feel needy

I wander in my wonder ... then I hear

Your soft ears, so warm

My silent calls, so worn

Because

Compassion connects us

Withdrawal arrests us

My smile spreads all over your hesitation

You become an avid detector of my shy face

and as I sit on your lap arched to the left of your ear, I whisper words you never dreamt you could hear

Do you have to let go?

I think you know me

No, no, no

Don't hang up . . . on me

I want to be in what is for three crumbs longer

Yes, yes, yes

Rejection is a tough pill to swallow ... especially when your not expecting it

I did not expect you

but now I do . . . desire to reflect and produce another you

If you don't mind, halt your Goodbye

Don't you know?

Special is a word that couldn't describe you

Love is a feeling that is always beside you

This is just a conversation I'm having in my thoughts ... with you and God sitting beneath the ark of my heart 

Keep me in remembrance my distant Friend

When our wings spread, we can fly again.

Remember when you told me you were Gargantuan with a lower case g

And I said, "fine let it be"

You made me grow in humility ... so

If it be His will then the seed planted in and in-between us will grow, for the fruit of our becoming shall show . . . a Garden that has bloomed with its defects well pruned

What a treasure

My virtue you measure

I've fallen captive to a part of you that has been shun

Nope and no never do I want to be done
Perhaps believing that you may be the one
And I'm okay with admitting that you've won
me over. 

The distance that divides us

is like

The butterfly and the sky dust

like you

Quiet yet attentive 

In prying your ears open, what do you think I'd find?

God and all the answers to my question Why

You make me want you ... to want to

talk to you forever

be your aim of study

give your hands a reason to rest

let time and sorrow wean from my breast

be your inspiration

get you to write again

Wait, was it your voice on the dial that went ..."Goodnight"

Tell me then, Is it a crime? to hear you say it --please-- one more time?

I exhaust myself in this realm of predetermined fairytales

The effect ... makes me to feel sweet things

As I press the key to end . . . your rich words linger in the moon again, "I miss you too", melting echoes whistle through and through

You showed me the color new and in me it brewed

and so I gave my doubts a reason to feud

P.S. 

. . . I do remember 

I asked about you, "What's his name? "

No one knew and while wanting to ask others, I didn't want to attract any more attention to you . . .

I wonder if I did?

Maybe in this moment you'd already be mine . . .

Maybe in this moment I'd be wrapped in your arms and all would be fine . . .

I don't know

but I do know ... that, if not in this

then, most definitely

In the Next, Lifetime

I’ll make you mine.