At my core is a sickness-
something hideous and wanting attention,
always wanting attention,
is like a net that catches everything of sea
including me, but there is no one there
on that broken boat of your body, to pull you or me
out of these cold waters.
Outside these cold waters
our dreams are running on pavements of romance.
They run on our feet, they smile with our teeth
but then you fold yourself around me
and in a shivering language remind me
that they don’t have our hearts
and maybe that’s why they have been spared our fate.
I sat among friends
and smiled when they took your name
and placed it carefully beside mine.
I laughed, had another drink,
looked away, hiding in myself
the part of you beating in me.
As I negated every joke
made at our expense,
knowing how silly it all was.
I realized, this – our ridiculously sweet love,
our hearts filling and overflowing
with a happiness so unreal,
how I feared losing it all.
She walked down the road
In the middle of “everywhere”.
With the wind ruffling through her skirt
And wild flowers stomped beneath her feet.
Her hair twisted around her little finger
Along with his heart.
Of the one who had walked by her side
For an eternity.
His one hand carrying the luggage
And other clutching his heart.
His world was what she saw
And his “everywhere” where she walked.
Silences were made
To be filled by her words.
and her pauses were
meant to be filled by his voice.
The companion in their travel
Was the transient fluttering image
Of his arms entwined in hers
And her laughter weaving
A dream in his eyes.
What this image was to them?
That gave them courage to take one more step.
That made every loss bearable.
Or a reality of their hearts?
An old silly idea of romance
That found no place in this world
Maybe found a place in theirs.