The decision to leave 
was easy it was 
over whatever it was 
that it eventually became 
it didn’t simply tarnish 
or take on patina 
expected as it aged 
or even the bitterness 
frequently associated with reduction 
no it became more 
no less it became 
so much less that 
leaving it behind was 
simple whatever it was 
that it eventually became 
oh we had dreams 
most we had gotten 
we had great times 
and our bad times 
maybe that was it 
the it it became 
just two men living 
separate lives together and 
absent of any dreams 

My mind
during deep 
thought is
my happiest
of happy
places and 
the best 
part is
that I 
never have 
to go 
very far 
to ever 
get there 

As I watch 
the sun stretch
and yawn across 
mountains and city
so do you 
stretch across me
and in bed 
I feel warmth 
like they do 
with you though 
I feel weight 
and the kiss
that only morning 
lovers can bring 
to each other 

It surprised me 
he surprised me 
for it was
he was not 
supposed to come 
to show up 
again after years 
but sometimes you 
and sometimes he 
and then sometimes 
we sometimes again 
love it seems 
is like water
once it flows 
it finds its 
way despite rocks 
and hills love 
finds its way 
bringing life back 
to the land 

I write when 
I’m like this 

because writing is 
I guess my
own best friend 

it’s here when 
not for long 
but here nonetheless 
when nobody else 
bothers to be 

I write when 
I’m like this 
sad like this 
little like this