Coping

When you left -when it ended- my world stopped spinning. There were no stars in my sky.  Even the wind had no energy to blow. And I stood for so long in this timeless, eternal spot while life just passed me by. When I came around and out of my daze, months later, I realized my spot in this world was no longer there and my soul was just lost and wandering.

Dreams Of You Are Never Guaranteed

I go about my daily business: I read my books and I write my essays. I hold the doors and I hold conversations. I smile, I wave and I pretend I'm not aware of it's presence.

It hides in shadows and blends into the background, always lingering. It holds all my favorite memories: the smells, the sounds, the tastes and the touches. The looks and the love. It won't let me forget.
Every line, every curve, every color that makes up the most perfect image of love. I could never forget.

 I can still see you, and smell you and hear your voice. I can still recall every line, every curve and every inch of you. But I cannot touch you. I cannot lay inside your loving arms nor kiss the tip of your nose. I cannot get lost inside those eyes. Thus, is the nature of my heart ache

So, I wake up and smile, and wave, and hold I the door.

Where Our Paths Have Crossed

I have thought about you in the moments past
I think, and ponder you
I wonder... wonder
Even now, as the seconds seem to linger

These days have passed the weeks
And now my month feels like a year
I wonder.. I know
Tomorrow I will feel the same

Distracted

Monotonous clicking as the ceiling fan blades circulate the air.
Less annoying the tick-tocking of a wall clock.
Today is okay.
Today, I am okay.
I am, just okay. And that is fine by me.
"Beep beep...Beep beep" informs my phone. "Your weakness has replied."
I am okay today and that is fine by me.


This argumentative essay, however, may not turn out quite as well.