It’s here though 
hard to see
maybe from the 
inside if you 
could see there
a change to 
somewhere by someone 
a knick maybe 
a knack but 
definitely a knock 
by someone else 
looking to get 
in or maybe 
to get out 
always me answering 
and nobody’s there 

I remember all of 
it every last bit 
the nuances and gestures 
these memories of languid
delicate moments of heartbreaking 
fights that ripped feelings 
from chest to mind 
to mouth I remember 
them all and of 
all I remember most 
the weight of the 
wait the pauses and 
the pain of silence 
knowing that what was
said was too much 
whether true or false 
it’s always the silence 
when the scales tip
in favor of one 
or maybe the other 

It is not always 
easy to hold the 
lantern showing others upon
where to step for 
being the first down 
the same path requires 
trust much less trust 
in oneself and much 
more trust in the 
path there’s something to 
be said in trusting 
one’s path that those 
needing to see likely 
will never ever know 
do not discourage them 
or discriminate against them 
for you too were 
once like them and 
you too followed light 
go on your way 
then so that they 
too can go theirs 

I find a brook
of cold clear water 
somewhere in my soul 
when I am upset 
and dip my hand 
in the same bringing 
it to my face 
and letting it wash 
for there in water 
do I find wisdom 
it is refreshing this 
cold clear pure water 
for it does hold 
not only its place 
but I also know 
from which well spring
it does now flow
and that is good 

I think that 
first cup no
that first sip
is what does 
it for me 
it always has 
just like that 
first kiss did 
do you remember 
that first kiss 
I can’t remember 
where it was 
or even when 
but the why
it ever was 
still warms me 
just like that
first cup no 
that first sip