We Were Lovers, Somewhere in Time

First:

You wooed me with your smile

From far away

Like a gasp of air

After being underwater for

Too long.

Next:

I am walking beside you,

I am clumsy, I am bold.

We kiss,

Euphoria.

Et subito aperti sunt oculi amborum.

Finally:

Language will betray us.

Never spoken is

Better said.

This love:

It does not exist in

The realm of which we reside

Where your lips are conjoined with mine,

But are still one lip.

Time will betray us,

Shortening itself at inopportune moments.

And it 

lengthens

Itself

In 

all 

the

Wrong 

ways.

We are wayfarers,

Slowly trotting towards

One another,

Itching with anticipation

For an embrace

That could create universes.

Explosiones venire.

We Were Kids

We were kids,

who never wanted to do our homework.

We were kids,

who broke into abandoned places.

We were kids,

who stole alcohol from the grocery store.

We were kids,

who never wanted to grow old.

We were kids,

who hung out in parking lots at midnight.

We were kids,

who sneaked out to see that special someone.

We were kids,

who weren't afraid to lose it all; reckless.

We were kids,

who broke into cars.

We were kids,

who stayed on the beach past curfew.

We were kids,

who ditched school to watch movies or smoke from a pipe.

We were kids,

who fought over the opposite sex.

We were kids,

with scars and bruises.

We were kids,

who loved to loiter.

We were kids,

who made police officers laugh to avoid juvy.

We were kids,

who didn't know what we wanted as a career.

We were kids,

who saved up for punk shows.

We were kids,

who did not always feel the love of our parents.

We were kids with death wishes galore.

Some of us never made it,

Others did.

Rebellious children of the earth,

You can pour me another one,

As I remember when

We were kids.

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We met halfway that evening.

We swung on the swings and

Walked the playground as dusk encroached.

We layed our cards on the table

And you asked me why I was being so

Perfect now.

All I could do was lay there, speechless.

Your "no's" felt like "drop dead."

You and Your Doppelgänger (In Three Steps)

I.

I saw your doppelgänger today.

She made me smile and reminded

Me of how happy you make me.

I wanted to hug her and

Tell her how much I cared about her,

But I opted for the real deal instead.

That's why I jumped on the trampoline with you,

That's why I sent you poetry in the middle of the night.

See, I always preferred having you

Over some carbon copy who

Can't speak like you or stroke my hair

As your soft fingers can.

I ignored your ghost because I had you in my arms.

II.

I saw your doppelgänger today.

She smiled at me a false set of teeth;

I can't know what she is hiding.

I thought that maybe we could fix this,

I thought we could move past the

Panhandling act I always seem

To make around you;

We believed ourselves to have the worst

Expectation, but reality is as cruel

As your doppelgänger is devious.

I can't help but be tripped up around her,

Because she is all I have left of you.

You left without a 'goodbye,' just a 'good luck.'

She stalks my every move, this doppelgänger,

To mock every failure and broken moment.

She's like the second-place trophy

That you only get because 

They pity the loser.

Yet she won't come near me,

She is always far away.

She's always the memory that escapes me and

The far away person I can never catch up on time

Before I lose them.

The ones in parking lots

Or restaurants 

Or bookstores.

III.

I saw your doppelgänger today.

There was a slight ringing in my ear,

I think someone yelled my name out

Once upon a time.

I am hollow,

You are spectral.

It is as if something were missing.

She told me once she wanted to

Kill you, so as to keep

Me all to herself.

She can't do it though;

She has no clue where you are.

Neither do I.

She hopes you'll come back one day; She knows

You are silk, and

I am grit.

You're the light that taps the morning dew,

I'm the groan right before open eyes.

You're the fist right before the fight,

I'm the silk sheet over a corpse.

You're the tree that never bends to the wind,

I'm the pitter-patter of a rainy afternoon.

You're the analogy of all my stories,

I'm the writer with the fleeting pages.

Time, Not Space

It's all quite hilarious.

I searched in every

Place I could

For you.

Miles racking up.

Blisters formed on my feet,

My eyes became strained.

Yet it was not a place

I met you in,

But a

Moment

 In time.

Taking Action

There are times where I

Look in unlikely places for you.

All I Could Ever Want

My biggest plague is never
Being good enough.
Yet all I could ever want
Is everybody's happiness.

A ghostly harmonica receives
Very little praise;
My mind could never
Wrap it's way along
Those lines such as
"Love conquers all."
It all felt like a lie, a dream.
A lo-fi rendition of something
Some great musician wrote about once, long ago.
I stand at parks in my time off and feel
Alone, pretty alone.
I always keep a knife in my pocket,
Because I carved our initials on a bench,
Knowing people will see how much I cared for you.

A cymbal will crash for only but a second.
My smile would never be the same
After I realized those who care the most
Felt like the ones who hurt you the most.
Irony is strange and never welcomed.
When you have things tug-a-warring inside of you,
All you can do is say "This is all some sick joke."

The strum never lasted and 
I never finished painting the picture of our
Future home; I left it in a sketch book.
I will always blame myself, blame the lies,
And blame our lack of understanding.
We were never perfect but came so close,
Like a fever that almost sweated the malady out.
Yet it didn't come soon enough.

In the distance I can hear the hum of your car,
Your steps form a tune that you gracefully take
Little by little.
Look into your mirror, you'll only see yourself.
Fix that stray hair, smile like you mean it
And become the conqueror you were meant to be.
Slow gusts compliment you the best,
Keep walking in them.
Never let the songs in your heart depart,
They may be the only thing that is left of me.