thewaitingone

I could simply touch it with my finger
and it would pop.
Snap open and leave a film.
It was necessary to survive.
It woke me every morning.
It sang me to sleep each night.
I hurried home each evening because
I had to be near or die.
You hated it even though you
shaped it with me.
It floated higher and higher, and
you...
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I guess the dogs chased you again.
That's the only reason you reach out to me.
You know,
as a "friend".
Once again
let's pretend.
Despite all the hurt
you still believe their words.
But not the word of the man
who vowed to you.
Proud of you.
Bowed to you.
I told you before
that yours will be the name
carried with my last...
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Found out I lost a friend. Todd, I'm going to miss you. You shared a love of films with me. You were always good for and insightful, intelligent conversation. You and your wife were refreshig company in this tiny, stagnant, town. I may have never been more than a friendly acquaintance to you, but you were a hand in the dark, for me. I hope...
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I ache to feel the pull to say
Damn you for bruising Forever
for me.
It was mine and you told me
it was yours, too.
But you are always scouting.
Always watching the horizon.
You mocked my roots, and
mocked my songs.
Another hears his forever
echoed in your voice.
It must sound hollow,
taunting, diseased.
But why do you still
visit in the...
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Your pupils dilated.
I had your full attention.
Your breathing deepened.
Perhaps your heart rate kicked up?
While regarding you,
I felt it too.
Your smile told me more than "Hello".
You absently touched your lips.
So much more, you wanted.
I felt it too.
I had never seen you before, but
my hands had already traced the lines and
curves of your space.
A...
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I can't write today. My head hurts, and my mind is just no there. My heart is caught up in old dreams. It's dusting things off that I should have tossed out a long time ago. Good thing I don't stay in these places too long anymore. I need more love and laughter back in my life. Retracing old lines and examining old pictures helps...
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I first approached you with two empty hands.
Both held up so you could see I was unarmed.
You smiled and spread your arms.
You smiled still as I bled out in your arms.
I never even saw the blade.
I then approached with one blade
held in my sinister hand.
The dexter held in front.
Empty, to show I was defending
not attacking.
You...
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From the corner of my eye
I could almost see
that dream.
Last night it came to me.
I could still feel those arms
when I awoke.
I still could taste you
as I rolled up my blanket
for the start of another day.
I could smell your hair
on my pillow.
My illusions and
my imagination are
plotting to destroy me.
What better way...
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In your many-feathered splendor
my eyes surrendered.
I ceased hunting that instant.
You said I smelled of woodsmoke
and the copper tangof blood.
You wouldn't let me hold you anymore.
The same scents that made you
lock around my waist and dig your nails
into my shoulders
now stung your eyes.
I brought you the things I found.
Stars.
Sounds.
Echoes of old dreams.
I...
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I made a face at it.
A tooth baring, snarl.
My heart punched my chest
from the inside.
I didn't stop.
I didn't slow.
I didn't tap the brake or clutch.
All this in a rush of passing exhaust, grass, and wind.
I flatter myself to think you waved.
Perhaps just to shoo a fly away from your shining face.
The sunglasses saved us both...
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