No, I will not burn
this poem...
I shouldn't be afraid to lose you
You weren't mine to begin with...
You don't know what you do to me
And I'm not sure I can explain...
Her plane is late, delayed in Akron
winter storms pushing back departures...
The sunrise is blushing pink,
seeping through gaps in the curtains...
I can still feel the taste
of your skin...
Tonight, I am going to filter out all those
thoughts which are whispering into my ear...
You glowered like a beacon
A search light seeking me...
Speak freely to me
But if words fail, be silent...
How I wish, I can do it
This thing you ask of me...
I drive through a busy street....
Emptiness within me and at the passenger seat...
The stars could never shine more bright than you,
For you my love, are brighter than the skies...