it wasn’t the last page, our words or even the saddest day
the way you said stranger, my mixed up feelings of yesterday
i wake with the day and fight to obtain what once was
sleep with night hoping one day i might survive
i realize time, eyes and might vs. fright, cross notions and mix like emotions
he was never a poet or had a way with words, but surely became the poem
even if hope seemed lost, it was never gone
you could drop every bomb, but somehow the calm will always rise
the nights will always find — even the wind that was you, the breeze will always know from dark to blue
i wade with the ocean and float with knees toward
hopefully you find, hopefully you lift from the grind and sleep with ease
i know bee’s love their honey like music needs its tune
but the bruise i push, the hurt — it feels like you
i know gone, the feeling of a brush, the tingle of lust
we’re still here, floating near in a parallel world where lives are swapped
how you hop on one and feel the stun of what once was
we run, lift and dance with truth that burns like fuel
our hue, back to the aura that lingered at eleven
your wish was my command and even our darkest was grand
my pen brightens with you, i write because of you
“even though our hands only grasped and never held, i love you from here to the moon, to pluto and back”
as i kiss your hand and hope one day you’ll understand that i never planned and it was just because