Friends

We have traveled the world

Of joys and sorrows,

Of expectations and disappointments.

I know not what awaits us tomorrow,

We have traveled the world,

Only to return as friends.

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Yesterday

I cannot hear your voice,

Not in my memory.

I see your face when tears adorn my face,

And it hurts because I cannot remember why I forget you.

I cannot recall what it was that tore us apart,

You grace the heavens, I tell myself this because to imagine you anywhere but there is beyond my soul.

Today I saw you Dad,

I was at work talking to a colleague and there you were…across the fence, in the man talking to his daughter,

reaching out to hold her hand while smiling.

I know it was you because I couldn’t stop the tears,

I cannot hear your voice, heaven knows I have tried to hear it- recall it- feel it- sound it…everything.

The heavens call you their own,

Yesterday was not as tough as today…

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Monday

I want to have coffee with you on a Monday morning,

Let’s sit down at the break of dawn and talk,

It’s been a while,

I want to see the dimple in your left cheek when you smile.

I want to watch you frown when you talk,

Or how you shake your left leg,

Ten minutes into a conversation…

It’s been a while.

I want to have coffee with you on a Monday morning,

Just like we used to.

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Wind in her hair

I fell in love with the soul that had wind in her hair.

She came into my world and whisked me out of it,

I followed her scent.

I fell in love with the soul that smiled in the midnight air.

My Mother warned me about it,

Be careful or she may shred your heart.

I followed her scent, to my descent.

I fell in love with the girl that had wind in her hair,

No one could catch her, mold her, wind her, break her, capture her.

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Truth

I dream of you,

Of your smile, your laugh and your voice.

I dream of you,

Of your dreams, the way your hands would move as you worked,

Of the way you spoke to keys, strings and sticks…beats I’d call them,

Light as you called them.

To the world it was music,

But to you, it was eternity, so I let you embrace it.

I dream of you Stardust,

Of all the things we left unsaid,

Of all the places we never stayed,

Of all the dreams we prayed,

Of the eternity we shared.

I dream of you Stardust and this right here is the truth.

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Static

My heart is like water,

It nourishes as it pleases.

When the sun goes down, it begins to falter,

It seeks solace in the pieces.

My heart is like the air I breathe,

Untouchable yet priceless,

So when the sun rises, I reach out with the palm of my hand and check on it,

The beating of my heart reminds me that I still have unresolved matters.

Sometimes, often…at times such as this,

I yearn for that stillness,

the calm before and after a storm,

anything but this turmoil,

My heart like fear is static.

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