Writing

I am no poet—  

but they write of Lovers,  

the ones who endured,  

the ones who vanished,  

leaving behind only tragedies,  

hello my love

i am far from you

but not for long

yet in this short time apart

youve left me…

hollow

i crave touch 

your touch 

i miss our talks 

our walks

The little kids

Ask for advice.

"What's middle school like? Seventh grade?"

They ask what to do and

Where to go and

What they should prepare for.

I could give them a list

Like my teachers gave me.

Downstairs in the kitchen

Stars are great wheels in a machine sky.

Heaven is above in the metal dome.

You pour yourself a cup of Water.

I'll push my dull heart down

Anytime you need me to

And you'll never hear me

Beg you under my breath 

Not to leave me

You looked at me

Like I'm a horrible 

Burden just now

If you give her salvation 
She will rest a long time 
She will seek in you 
What you can never find 

If you give her your soul 
She will be true 
She will live and love