Until We Meet Again

What you have given me
Is beyond any words I could ever pen
Its value like the polluted air I breathe
Purifying for a few days
And me learning the meaning
Of breathing clean air
The basic human occurrences everyone’s subjected to
And I was bereft from
What you have given me is more mother’s milk to my infant soul
Crawling its way to civilizations now old enough to crumble
Your coming and going have shone lights to the depths
Rusting away in oceanic murk
You being the one presenting me with these times
Is as unexpected as a tsunami on a planet without a moon
Our attachment has grown
Mine towards you that I did not think was strong enough
But you’re leaving
And you’re leaving me transformed
With a structure that used to shudder at the prospect of embraces
With eyes that have now learned how to lock gazes
My structure aches for the warmth you’ve buried in my heart
Until we meet next time, my friend
As long as we meet next time
Till we hadn’t, however
I had not known
It would have been fine too
To spend our lives unmet
But now we have and I cannot go back
To have known friendship is alien enough
But to have experienced it outside the confines of distance
Is a universe light years away entirely
And to not experience it again
Would coffin me from heartache
So until we meet again
Thank you with the thousand hearts you reminded me I possess
With the thousand embraces
That could not come close to embracing you for the first time
Under the eastern coast’s afternoon sun
Until we meet again, my friend
Until we meet again
For times a thousand and one

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Twenty Sixteen, Week One

I want to yell
I want to scream
I want to sing and dance from joy
I want to tear down the walls of my mind

What is this year?
How could it be so?
This is far more different than the decade past!

I cannot, do not, want to run it
Unwilling to process it, I sit here typing away
I need the creative juices flowing
Oh the innuendoes will kill me someday

What a week it has been!
I’m reluctant to jinx it
I wish not to speak of it
In fear I’ll lose it

But oh dear heart of mine
Oh the confines of my mind
Have not felt this fresh air
Coursing like wind through blades of grass

I shall write my heart out
I shall scream from joy
And not let a soul hear it
I shall hang my words like a painting
In hopes they are true to my heart

Time is slipping and I wish to ski
Across its slippery surface

It’s information overload for my brain
The kind of satisfaction that loads itself
At a net speed slower than on a Windows 2000

I have written more than I could say
These past few months
I did it for myself
And no audience got to glimpse it

Phrases and paragraphs just sitting between pages
Aching for another, even the slightest
Acknowledgement from me

But I swore to myself
I will not return
To the pages
Once I was done

Yet I caress the hidden contents
That came spilling out from skullular corners

This piece I’m typing is nowhere close
To filling my heart as well as emptying it

I may have strayed my way from verses
I may be subconsciously stringing curses
I’ll find my way back to the forest I’ve nymphed away from

Whatever unknown reason is tying me to itself
As I struggle to return home
Will eventually let go and loosen its hold

Dear poetry
My beloved
My forever
My one true lover

I haven’t given up on you yet
Nay, let’s just say
I’m not giving up on you ever