I’m quiet now 
content with sunrise 
when the demons 
of the night 
scurry under bed
back in closets
and my mind 
once again free
when only slivers 
and seldom shards
of my nightmares 
return as broken 
hearts and mislaid 
promises and so
many other sins 
that haunt day

I look
for another 
to maybe 
but just 
like you 
maybe can’t 
so until 
I’ll keep 
my hand
over the 
hole that 
was made 
when you 
took my
heart with 
you along 

At this 
early hour 
I wish
that you 
but I 
know that 
you’re not 
yet again 
another day 
making busy
days daying
until last
night nights 
making this 
missing bearable 

I don’t 
write to 
remember I
write to 
forget for 
once written 
it is 
no longer 
mine but 
rather yours 
so if
I write 
about you 
it’s not 
that I 
have forgotten 
you but 
rather that 
you can
remember me 

Every positive emotion
feeling and expression
is of love
love is what 
you were born 
from with and 
for love knows 
only that and 
never knows negativity