My memory of you is altered daily when we talk.

My dreams of you are more and more vivid.

The rain seems to fall slower now and when I'm lonely I remember how you waited for me.

I remember your smile.

And your changing eyes.

You've said before that you didn't understand romantic love so I want to explain it to you in a way you'll understand.

Well.

Romantic love is that rope I tied around your wrist that's connected to my heart

And the farther away you get, the more I feel that pull.

Your name is like a song stuck in my head.

I cannot help but fit you into every simile and metaphor.

Two days ago when we talked I was feeling okay until I looked over at you sitting so close literally two feet away

And I remembered the intensity with which I love you and we are so very close

If only the clock didn't move so fast

Then maybe I could catch you before you walked out the door.

Well.

Maybe you have not felt love.

Maybe you have, but not for me.

I see him, and my heart freezes.

No, no, not again.

He is holding flowers,

And wearing something nice.

My friends must have

Told him "something I said"

Jokingly.

They can be such assholes.

I cannot face him,

Once more pretending

That there is some interest

Of him and me being

"More than friends"

When friends is a stretch.

I sigh.

There is no getting out of this.

I force my feet to move,

Forcibly pushing me down

The hall towards him.

My heart is thudding,

harder and harder,

As we near each other.

He grins.

"I'd like to ask you out on date."

My heart clamors to silence,

And sweat beads down my face.

I force a nice smile,

Accepting the flowers,

And biting my lip.

He waits with his grin,

Anticipating.

"I'd love to go out with you."

He lights up instantly,

A kid in a candy store,

And runs to tell his friends

I accepted! I accepted!

While I stand in the hall,

Fighting back tears.

Damn.

I start the walk of shame.

When she awakens, she is dead.

His face, the Moon's, a hovering ghost

A screen against which cranes rise and crash,

And rise again …

When she awakens,

She is dead.

His leaving dries upon her flesh, so brittle

Tissue fragile: a dead butterfly's wings buffeted by wind.

She runs a cautious tongue across her teeth and licks her lips

Tasting only salt and grit;

The searching kisses, the velvet tongue, slip into memory's

Lavender-tinted distance, just beneath the dawn.

He would not lead her, though she followed

Hands sliding into the cave of his heart

Unlatching Death's door, calling down the Dark

Until his secrets swirled inside her

Whorls of dust. The pressure and the stealing warmth

A dance of motes, a myth of fingerprints.

When she awakens, she is

A tendril of mist encircling

The moon’s silver shadow

A variation on a theme

A last note lingering in still air

She is the cry of a mourning dove in autumn:

She can see her breath.

When I lay

Still in bed

Tucked under my blanket

That perfectly

Matches yours

And I hold my breath

And everything is silent

I still

Can hear

Your steady heart beat

As if

It's still there

Beneath my cheek

And even still

When I catch

Sight of you

Even if it's

Next to her

I see flashes

Of your brilliant smile

And hear

Your beautiful voice

Telling me

How perfect

I am

How perfect

We are

How perfect

That moment was

And in the middle

Of the night

When I'm cold

And lonely

And I'm laying there

Wishing I was

In a different bed

I can still feel

Your fingers

On my skin

Your lips on mine

And then I

Wonder

If she knows

How good

She really has it

And I know

That when she looks

In those

Blue eyes

She has no clue

But I guess

That's how it goes

A heartbreak in blue

At least for me

And I think for you too

Love isn't always mutual

I've learned that

And I think so have you

On the vine, you are of beauty, supple and lovely.

You locked your heart, for me to touched

To hold firmly! To embraced tightly!

To kissed tenderly!

Will you blame me? For what I've done?

With your heart’s divine, love holds eternally

I’ve been so unkind to your being sublime

Taming me to felt the love you covet.

Ever wanting me, for the sky's so high

To the zenith of joy, you contrived about

Truth hurts, I knew my feeling's adorned

I can’t teach the way you wanted me to be.

Love’s the only reason, cared nothing more

What you dwelt within no reason at all

Again, you’ve taught me the love you have had

But my heart says, I don't love you anymore.

I have needs and soulful wants

But those belong to the woman I loved

You blend lies and feelings with mine

Molding into mountains of your heart's desire.

Your love poisoned my soul

Your beauty entwined my heart

Sipping drops of blood

Into everlasting ecstasy.

At last my darling

You kissed me goodbye

Whispering the last words

Will I Ever Love Again?