Loving someone is
The hardest thing
To do but
When you love
You live and
The rest of
The time you
Are simply dying
Category: Friendship
WeCallLove
I have finally
Learned that my
Heart never breaks
Like a movie
Or train ticket
It is punched
Over and over
And over again
Now full of
Holes incapable of
Containing anything it’s
Become a sieve
From which my
Light now shines
Attracting even more
Funny this thing
We call love
AfterBefore
This morning’s sky
Has cleared like
That upturned look
And sweet slight
Smile through tears
After we knew
We must part
As we sat
Sitting and breaking
And saying nothing
Because post truth
Nothing else is
Really ever heard
At least not
In the same
Way as before
ThisDay
The sky is
A work in-progress
Blue canvas spattered
Gray chaotic and
Lacking the definition
Of anything finished
It’s a torrent
Of cloudy rumors
Swirling about uncertain
Of its truth
Hazy like Pittsburgh
When steel mills
Billowed noxious smoke
Covering everything everyone
In light soot
Oh these mornings
Make everything turn
Away roll over
Trying to forget
That this day
Ever really started
Clandestine
The hardest love
To have is
The secret love
Oblivious to others
Obvious to us
Even in public
No one knows
Our clandestine affair
Not for shame
We simply are
Two love visionaries
Too far ahead
Of everyone else
To ever be
One of them
