Incognito.

It was times like that,
When i could hear the world turn.
Each breath a muse for words unwritten.
I could count her slowing heart beats intwined on this bed,
brushing her tears across her cheek.
"There is nothing to fear."

It was times like that,
When i could control the chaos.
Each word a promise, honest for the moment,
Her trusting eyes taking away every inch of pain.
Her left hand sliding between the fingers on my right.
"There is nothing to fear."

It was times like that,
when you could gaze across the universe,
Through a ceiling, through a rough.
Illuminations of the past and present, crumbling a hopeful future.
Resting her head upon my shoulder.
"There is nothing to fear."

It was times like that,
where the living saw the dead,
and the dead whispered secrets.
I'm left alone to understand.
Unless she can listen.
"There is nothing to fear."

2 Poems entitled: "Omissions"

I forgot to tell you and you're idle chatter
but you're halfway to who knows where,
it doesn't matter.
You're a pretender in the least,
a loose definition
suspending your lies with the thread of omission.

((They look so beautiful down that empty stairwell
memories look too beautiful sometimes.
Next season you'll replace them with Autumn.
Next year i'm walking to who-knows-where to find you.))

When you forget about me
and my undying confessions,
of love in the wrong places and misguided directions,
maybe we can remember who we are.
Maybe we'll remember how empty we are.
Maybe we'll go as far as to say:

((You look so beautiful, resting your head along these lies.
memories look too beautiful sometimes.
Next year we'll replace them with winter.
Why can't we forget the winter.))

I'm sorry that all good things are replaced with spring.

((Next year we we'll leave spring out)).

One day...
we'll get the better of our blunders
we won't sit around with heads filled of wonder.
We'll know what it's like to watch winter into summer.
We'll watch for their little lights,
and to a silent song we'll listen.

((It looks so beautiful when it rains here.
This is too beautiful to be a memory.
Next season we'll replace them with truth.))

Next year we'll fall asleep to the sound of lying by Omission.

Goodbye.

I'm waiting for the time to say,
the words i make, my own to know.
They seem to sound prettier,
against the paint, on my bedroom wall.

The rain on the stree tonight,
sings a different sound when it hits the cars.
Walking to your home i know,
tomorrow, no song is ours.

I know now why
that word is just so hard
I know now why
that word is just so hard.

Killing time without your touch,
seems a little much, and so it goes.
I'll keep you in my memories,
my remedies, along the road.

But i know now why
that word is just too hard
I know now why
that one word seems so hard.

Goodbye.

Walking to your home i know,
tomorrow, a song Was ours.