An Aching Hunger

An Aching Hunger

Boom boom, boom boom, boom boom.

I scan my surroundings for an answer to this noise.
Boom boom, boom boom, boom boom.

There’s nothing in sight that would put my curiosity to rest.

Boom boom, boom boom, boom boom.

My legs begin to feel weak, as my hands begin to shake.

As I lookout to the street, this all becomes clear.

It’s you, standing there.

Too far away to touch,

But close enough to make my heart pound against my chest.

Boom boom, boom boom, boom boom.

And close enough to fill my body with an aching hunger.

As you walk closer to me, I must remind myself

“I cannot. 

I will not. 

We should not.”

The Stare

The Stare

My eyes sway to the left, so they may catch a glimpse of the comfort in your soul.

Paused is this moment in time; for just a few seconds I am able to see right into you.

Sitting still,
silence filling the room with our wordless conversations.

You have taken over my thoughts – have I made it into yours?

Tonight I stare with the desire to know more;
know who you are,
know who you think I am,
and know where we are.

My eyes shoot forward, being kicked back into reality.

Tachycardia

Tachycardia

– 75 beats per minute –

6:47 AM: the sun rises as my feet drop down onto the carpet.

7:50 AM: volume reads “max” as I pull out of my driveway.

9:00 AM: an enthusiastic “hello!” echoes through the room as I’m approached by my target.

. . . . . . . . .

5:15 PM: volume reads “max” as I pull away from the labor of my day.

5:18 PM: lyrics touch me in a way that’s almost karmic.

Time no longer exists.
Every sound, every feel, every sense, stuck in a world of grey.

And then there’s you.

– 115 beats per minute –

7:06 PM: my eyes glued to your words as if they need to be guarded.

7:16 PM: all of my attention on the 4 inch display, just waiting for you to play.

9:45 PM: no words. no symbols. no activity. Just as you’ve done to my heart, I’ve done to these feelings of today, discarded.

– 60 beats per minute –

Thank You For Visiting

Thank You For Visiting

And tonight I’ll leave you behind.

Hold, not onto the sorrow,
But onto the beauty of the times we shared.

I’ll remember the long, hot days under the sun –
The identities we created with various adventures,
faces plastered with concealer,
and made up names to tell to the curious strangers.

I’ll remember the dark days, but choose to live in the bright
moments that brought us heart to heart.

Remember me, not for the hole in your heart,
But for the love you felt, even if it were temporary.

For I’ll remember you, and us, and this place.

The Drinking Game

The Drinking Game

Glass half full.
Look to the left – bottle empty.
Look to the right – going for round two.

I’m falling behind.
Tilt my head back and now it’s empty.
Quick, catch up on round two.

Three down, but they’re still going.
Don’t stop until you’re caught up.

The world spins.
Faces blend together.
Let’s stop before it’s too late.

Look to the left.
Look to the right.
They’re still going, so why put up a fight?