Three Poems found in an old journal, the last one is the best:
Stone
You stack words like pillows to cradle your mind,
Blindly forgetting what you've left behind.
You lay on the feathers of birds that can't fly,
You pluck out my hope and you smother my smile.
You pull close the bodies of those you can't see,
You knew me in ways, but you never saw me.
Stone 2
Warmest cold, Youngest old,
You speak to me in words untold.
You barter for my heart once sold,
And break it twain when feelings fold.
Calmest pain, Fruitless grain,
You help me feel the wind again.
You dry me with your touch in rain,
And turn when your affections wane.
Sudden end, lover/friend,
You sign for me and then resend,
You watch as my heart twists and bends,
And in my shock no mercy lend.
Stone 3
They cracked your ribs and spread them wide,
They pulled your heart out from inside,
And in their mercy met their goal.
Though stitched and healed, you aren't whole.
Fingers flex and dance with mine,
With you, in love, in love with time,
I spent myself in nights like sleep,
Slept wrapped in whom I couldn't keep.
They took your family, took your health.
You've lost your hair; you've lost your wealth.
Your thoughts are lost on tragedy,
So lost in thought as you lost me.
I wonder when you hear that song,
If you can hear your choice ring wrong.
I wonder if you think of me,
And all the things we meant to be.
Don't think that I would write for you,
I write of what I wish were true;
He had your hands, your voice, and face,
But you're a stranger in his place.
