This empty atrium
has a high ceiling...
I felt the cold of insignificance,
where eyes used to meet...
A sigh
is a wish...
I know this may make me sound desperate but
There is a part of me that will always want you...
When the moon cannot hide
In the mist of the night...
Just like a twilight eve without its moon;
Or like the last leaf taken from a tree...
He wears black dress pants and a blue plaid...
A Forklift Operator and...
I'll never forget
as she will always be on...
It always was mid-spring
or late summer when we would...
Lay in my lap and lie while there.
Swear that the sun sets blue...
I wonder if my simple words,
cut the way that yours do...
You were my shade tree -
on a hot summer’s day...