I NEED TO FORGET HOW MY NAME SOUNDS WITH YOUR VOICE WRAPPED AROUND IT
I NEED TO LEARN HOW TO FALL ASLEEP OUTSIDE OF YOUR ARMS

It has been a year.
Instead of forgetting you,
I've spent my time waiting for the day
you'll change your mind.

People asked me if
I've already moved on, and I knew
I've moved backwards.
Back to the time we were together.

I still miss you.
I still long for your kisses.
I still dream of Saturday afternoons.
I still wish for Sunday mornings,
of evening meals together,
of motorcycle rides to the countryside.

**I am still here.
My poetry is my witness.

I'm not sorry
             for loving you

                            I'm sorry
                                    because I wasn't good enough
                                             to be worth fighting for
                                                    I wasn't good enough
                                                          ­ to be worth the time
                                                            ­          worth the wait

                                                           ­                         I'm sorry
                                                           ­                               because I loved you
                                                             ­                                             I love you


and it wasn't enough
        to make you stay

If the person you love
Is truly
Holding you up
Then there's no way
You could fall
For someone else

I love you
like an eternally expanding universe
seen with the clarity
of a thousand Hubble telescopes
your swirling galaxies
artful nebula
tranquil skies
your solid core

I love you
in molten tongues
calling from the void
two nuclear souls
colliding
every atom undone
fused together
to make one

I love you
until the thread is cut
my free-falling light
so high on your atmosphere
reshaped by your gravity
a meteorite wish
sweet ashes
to your dust

The day you write a poem
is like no other!
It's like running through a dark corridor
and then you open a door
to this room full of light
that shines through you!
And you find yourself
conjuring words of hope and joy
fascinated in front of the endless
*beauty of life