sonny boy

now, that

i am, again

once, more

on, my

own, self

with none

ever, no

attachments

pure, as

that silk

like feathers

on

angels’

wings…

as days

pass, by

you, are

none,

not,

with

me, in

her, fantasy…

the eventful departure

of my teary-eyed;

weary friend

you are going

i can not know

what lies ahead

in the depths

of your mind…

from now, on

there is, something

one thing, like

a silence; perhaps

in the movement

of my wind, shelter

like a friend

who cares, she asks

does it count?

everyday, every

way,  you are

throbbing, in a

beating, i chose

to forget, not

remember, forever.

when the words

do not fit, like

puzzles unsolved

with the wonder

of your going,

my finality

of not being

like the way

you have to

not meet

again…

how swift

the time

flew, as

we sat

by the

window,

watching,

staring,

over the

city,

with

bright

lights

for the

night

at

2 am

i’ll say stop

when you

want me

to; like

blossoms

of a summer

flora; i

long for you,

throughout

my sleepy

days,

like now

in a while

ago…

sunken gardens

of my memory heart

i look beyond

the thorns and

the pride

i sit beside

where you

await

the coming

of my voice

to soothe

your wound

to heal the

hurt

and grab

my arm

to turn

you around

again, again