S.W.E.R.ve

I saw you across the concrete,
Blank stare, hair neat.
Lips parted, longing for the last cigarette, the one you smoked hours ago;
No doubt in anticipation of this very moment.
Somewhere far from here-far from us,
A car door shuts,
And as it does we are alone,
As if the portal to the world we built together had just been sealed once more after all this time.
With us on the inside.
With nowhere to hide;
Not from one another.
Because we built it to escape them.
But in the end you chose to escape everything.
When you ran from me you ran from you,
And there was nothing I could do.
You know me (or you did), I’m not the type to chase.
Right now, I can’t find you in that face.
So dead, so uninspired.
You’re not the man I once admired.
The mouth that scoffed at fear
The voice I couldn’t wait to hear
The eyes I could get lost in,
The jab that was just “tossed in.”
I saw you across the concrete,
Blank stare, hair neat.
And I turned the other cheek.

the spark, the love, the vow, the end.

spring had sprung,
the pear blossoms hung
and the breeze was perfect.
your hands were steady,
my heart was ready
and together we leapt.
as the sun fell,
the waves swelled,
and we retired.
bound, forever-
not to sever,
everlasting fire.

‘cause we vowed:

when the flame, it dies
with the love in our eyes,
and finally we reach our hearts’ demise
we will press on.
even if one of us was wrong.
we’d start anew,
and that’s what we do.
you grew, I grew
there were things we worked through,
things I never thought I could,
things I never understood.
and now, years later, here we stand,
hand in hand.
I’m laying next to my best friend
the spark, the love, the vow, the end.

try .

[To know is not enough
But I don’t know, you’ve said nothing.
Just the hint, convenient]

I pull all the weight.
There’s nothing in return.
Besides the hope one day you’ll stay,
That maybe one day you will learn
What it’s like to fall for someone
Who doesn’t quite fall back
For your world to come undone
And then to pick up all the slack
To think about the future,
While longing for the past
To rip out all the sutures
And to break free of the cast.
To try and try and finally somehow muster up the strength,
To love again although they never go the extra length.
And now it’s my turn,
I’ve waited long enough
You will never learn,
And I’ve finally given up.
There’s no use now looking back, or hating or resenting.
So I’ll just repeat the cycle and forget the happy ending.