We
Exist to
Solve
How to
Be.
musings & scribbles
I don’t
Mind the cold,
Tight skin
And flinchin’ bones;
Just
Have to
Wind my
Body, loosen
The nerves.
Love,
Like a smile,
Or a blue-sky day
With cotton clouds,
Is instantly shareable,
Giving warmth both
To the participants
And the observers.
Give me
Every
Piece of you
So I can
Carry you
With me
Everywhere I go
If I ever
Had you
Not,
I would
Fill my
Time
With life’s
Little breaths,
Hoping
Not to
Pull too much, so
I wouldn’t taste you
In the stale air
Around me.
If I ever
Had you
Not,
I would
Give my
Time
To those
With little left,
Hoping to
Find some solace in
Being with who
Needs one more
Soul beside them,
Empty or not,
But willing.
While I
Still have
You, I
Will skip
Beats
To li-
Sten to
Your own,
So you
Can be
With me
Forever.
You came
Running across
My thoughts
Again today,
Reminding me
Of everything
I saw
And
Everything I
Didn’t say.
You keep me further than
Arm’s length when you
Try to sleep, and I
Need to
Roll over, huddle in
With arms, hoping to
Bring about the morning,
That next chance at another
Night to hold you.
I don’t know what to do with my hands
When looking beyond my self.
I don’t know how to stand in a crowd
When in front of the camera.
I don’t know why I forget who I am
When placed in situations no different
From what I do every day and
I hope I have the mindset to remember
Rather than making myself up every time.
If you were only a memory,
I would bottle-up and drown
In time to never lose sight,
And cough into the cloth
Ripped from your favorite shirt.
If you were only a memory,
I would bottle-up and drown,
Forgetting being alive would be
The only way to honor who
We used to be, those two
Lovers licking wounds,
Falling as we walked and
Holding on to hands so warm
That fingers slipped away;
And we would see the night
As the only time to forgive ourselves
For staying still when there’s
So much we hadn’t done,
So much we hadn’t done,
So much we didn’t do.
And I can’t blame us,
Using the night to
Be together, still,
I can’t blame us,
Using the night to
Be together, still.
Memory, that most dull sense
Of being when not used,
Giving context only
To the holder and their eyes,
Forgetting the feeling of
The swirling many
Broke into the frame and
Providing direction off-screen;
And bless the records, those
Sights and sounds
Kept to lock in
The flavor of the meal,
Living, that most full sense
Of being part of more.