Poetry

Only one being knows where our paths will lead
And the exact roadmaps are being shared with neither of us
So we continue as they continue and unroll as time passes
As I hold onto the wish that the days that move them closer together regularly come
And up the mountain and across the valleys they go
Hopefully at the end of the road meeting the same destination
While that ultimate place is unknown
We know that the merging makes the uncertainty worth it
No matter what the terrain or weather conditions
We’ll weather it equipped with only what we can hold
Hoping that other paths don’t crash the trip before we reach the summit
And once we reach it, we can soar beyond it together
So continue on your path as I follow mine
Occasionally trudging, sometimes crawling
But at other times skipping or simply floating along
And if you hit the cliffs while I’m amongst the clouds
Prepare yourself for a bit of fog and my outstretched hand
Because while our paths are separate and distinct
They’re close enough that we can touch
And when you hit a bump or can’t see where you’re going
We can jump the hurdles together and share the same light
So make sure you take along what you want
Because the journey has only begun


want: him
I want to be the smile that turns the corners of your lips upwards.
I want to be the darkness in your eyes swimming to your soul.
I want to be the happy freckle always laying on your cheek.
I want to be the start of the curl in your hair so close to your face.
I want to be the shirt you choose resting on your chest.
I want to be the palm of your hand moving with each emphatic gesture and settling on your chin in thought.


Warming melody.
I clutch my coffee and battle the winds
All the while thinking of you.
Your melodies occupy my mind, singing to me as I walk.
I see you groove to the beats you play, carefully touching each note just right,
I see the image so clearly, even when my eyes don’t see you.
My hood inches back from my forehead, I beg it not to move more.
But back to all I think of is happy as I hear your song replay.
I stand at the corner and wait for the light to change
My hands turn numb, I don’t dare adjust.
A smile turns up my lips as I hear it again
I hear you again.
I chuckle to myself of moments passed,
Of the way you looked and how it all sounded
As you played.
As my heartstrings are played by thinking of you.
It’s a beautiful sound.
Insomniac.
No.
Sleep.
In Brooklyn,
tonight.
Until
the morning.
I'm up.


911
I’ve called 9-1-1
Someone is about to get hurt
Forget your empty threats
Show me
What are you going to do if you’re here
You know the directions
She now has my address
Stop trying to be clever with your elaborate if-onlys
Hello?
Yes ma’am, I am sure someone will be hurt
Badly
Please send someone to the accident
No, perhaps it isn’t an accident
Thank you
Don’t hang up on me
I’m serious
You don’t even have to find me
No chase will ensue
There will be no running to hide
I’m not walking away from this one without a fight
Face off, stop mouthing off
If you want to do something, here’s your chance
This isn’t cryptic
It’s flat out
You will be too
Don’t make me come instigate more
The sirens are on their way here, not there


Bandage
I'll bleed for you if you'll be the bandage.
It's not an accident if you willingly go.
Sweetness, I'll take the scrape.
Fall this way, too.
With the dirt and blood, we'll be clean together.
Let it bubble,
As long as you're the antiseptic.
Let the tears come, then wipe them away.
I'll wipe yours,
Wipe mine so not even the salt remains.
I'll be your patient.
Be patient.
I'll fall for you.
Keep walking.
Keep walking
Block after block
Until it feels like home
Step after step
As the sights pass
Keep on.
If you enjoy it,
Great.
If you don't,
You're the one suffering.
It may not be familiar
Some parts might be a daze
Some sights may be inspiring
Others may be scary.
You may find something new
It may be something you've seen before.
You may not like it.
You might want to turn around,
You might want to skip ahead.
And you may just do that.
You have the option.
But if you keep walking,
Even through the unfamiliar territory
You'll experience what's there
And you will come home.


Good night, moon.
Goodnight, moon.
Goodnight, you.
Goodnight, memory, memories, fantasies, pretend, hazy recollections.
A good night to piece together what may have happened
and what is rather to be remembered.
Goodnight, I remember.
Goodnight, I'd rather not.
Goodnight, sky,
that you are under.
Goodnight, sun, that I know neither of us sees.
It's weird how much we are tied together
by what?
Nothing at all?
Goodnight, to you.
Adieu, to you.
And you,
And you,
And me.
Goodnight, boys.
Goodnight, girls.
Good night as I fall asleep.