Day #58 – Days are Gone

September 10th

Those days were like along,

Like Shine Along,

Days before, weeks before,

I was trying to explore,

And say no more to the waste

That Friday would call to me,

And correct with me.

It was a walk,

But not of fame,

Maybe more so about the shame,

Days are gone,

You know, the one’s without you..

Overshare, or never aware, never

To much, and never to little to ever

Say again to You.

 

 

Day #57 – Almost There

Started this out with love,

With a little despair,

Started this out with

Wander,

With pander,

With something for you to wonder,

About and lost, and in and out,

So I had started, almost there,

Walking and living in despair,

And now love was supposed to follow

Me,

And the fountain was to give some history,

Some history of being thirsty,

Some pages read of the misery.

We had it,

We were almost there,

I am empty and not full,

Looking for despair.

Day #56 – Spent

Places to go,
And places to know,
Places I was, and you had the sew.
Stitched, and ready and felt it for you,
I was under the sea blue,
And the ready for a new.
I am not backing down from this fight any much longer,
I spent it on the sent You,
The version of me that you never knew..
I am out here dreaming of the love that I feel I have
For you,
I know, I feel, I know, it has to be true.
I can’t stop myself from trying another,
Another lover, another Friday night adventure,
You were the one, and you were the one,
And I was the one,
I had it saved and spent,
And stored up for you.

Day #55 – Morning After

This was Mid November thoughts..going backwards to early September

Morning after,

Fountain, is what I am after..

This was day #1,

I was thirsty, not for water,

But carefully,

For mercy.

It was clogged up, and a place to stop,

And sit in.

I was pandering in the fountains..

The place I thought I lost You carried

Me across.

Nights have been long under sweating and panting,

The deer in the stream,

So where is fear?

Is it here?

Every time we get past September,

We find October,

The month of winter,

The month of darker,

The month of sliver.

I am carried away into the

Morning, and I am looking,

Wondering, asking for the after.

So, where is fear?

Is it here?

Day #53 – Middle of the..

Day #53

8.31.18

Was never days and never nights,

I thought it was at least one more try,

I was sweating in the sun,

Waiting for the begun,

These weekly meetings what have

They become,

Can never be strange or can never be undone?

But I feel we are trying to hard just to finish,

Is this the first day of your college,

Am I a part of the collage?

I have all the blends

And I have all the colors,

All the things that make what you call

Lovers..

I am in the middle of something,

And You are the one I need.

 

 

Day #50 – Cement

August 21st

Got on a plane,

Made it plain,

Nick of time,

Out of the dime,

Asked for coffee,

For the 5th time,

Boarded that flight,

Stayed short on the night,

Ran low on darkness,

Felt the harness,

This was large,

Larger than I imagined.

Ran in circles only for you

To Fathom.

I am here,

Fountain longing,

Still wandering,

Cracks in the cement,

Cracks in the concrete.