Poetry

If I could sail

I'd sail away

Far away

I'd sail away from this place

But I wouldn't go to another

I would stay in between

Refusing to stay

Refusing to go

If I could sail

I rot in here now

Along with the old milk can

In the garbage bin.

Your love too

Has expired just like

The milk can.

Now I rot

With the milk can and

Your spoilt love.

My marionette,

Dancing to another's tune,

I thought it was mine?

It's 10:55

I'm losing my mind

I try to count sheep

But they just pass me by

I get up and sit

At my desk, bite my lip

What to write, how to feel

Maybe my humor conceals

Who I am truly

I love buttondowns

White buttondowns

Crisp white collars

Buttoned up

I feel real now

Fluting is great

You know I love it

But

I miss the whole band

The community

I miss the company in the music

Now

I am alone for two months

Just a lonely flute and her melody

Next to you

Not a big deal

Natural

Normal

Eyes

Joking

Teasing

I could touch you

The bracelet on your wrist

Our bracelet

I could talk to you about it

I'd lose my train of thought

If you're drowning in an ocean,

And there’s no land in sight,

How long do you keep swimming,

Before your arms give out?

Before you've swallowed too much water,

Trying to catch your breath?

sometimes i think just one sunny day would cure me of everything.

other days i think pills and tonics and treatments are lies that i continue to swallow.

most days i just daydream about last summer when our tiny sunfish 

for a friend

i picture you some days – a utensil in one hand and your cheek

in the other, gazing somewhere in the distance as your

Another year is over, another year is done,

I’m still standing where you left me, stranded,

All alone in a world without you, my sun,

The ring’s still on my finger, but I’m left empty handed.

I wonder if I can't get over you

Because I can't get over being wanted

There was something special about being wanted

Knowing you'd talk for hours about me

And go out of your way to see