I could look at our
I could look at our old letters and miss
When love swept me into perfection, or insanity -
Whatever it is, I have felt
Lost without you for three years.
And it hurts to say so, because, of course
I was the one who shot the bullet
that ended our time.
Every wave I've ridden has been so painful without you
By my side. It is but relief to confess
As I sit in this bed where I took you in,
when my parents were away.
Look at the window I would shiver by,
Awaiting your touch in the middle of the night.
When I tutor kids who are on their way to college, sometimes
I feel bitterness in my chest, and it starts turning
The edges of my mind, fraying them with time.
A hurt like poison burning
When it goes down; seeing them in their
phases of young love or sweet oblivion.
I can't remember how many times I wanted to grow up faster,
push my life to lift off,
But now that I'm floating I miss the feel of the ground,
as I strode forward with stupid confidence and
Glowed like honey
in your gaze of love.