Before.

The Past
is strange
in that
Yesterday
and
Ten Years
Twenty Years
are all
equally
gone

Forever

and
can all still
weigh
the same.
 

I'm feeling tonight
and sometimes

I don't know why.

But I know it's not because of tomorrow.

Float

I open the door to my balcony
and the bright cold air
gathers prickles and bumps
to my skin
I grin
and my chin lifts
as the balloon people
float by.

I think;

You know what..
even if I'm invisible to them
solitary...
there is joy
in this moment.

The day starts.

Everyone moves on.

 

Sleep.

We always talk
in my dreams
you and I
always go over
old ground
the how and
the why
it's like
it can only be done
at night
when Time's
not around
but in the dreams
it still matters
I don't know what
that means
it seems odd it seems strange
because you are so gay
as you talk
to me
too
I hear your voice
inside me
electric alive
and we are fine
we are fine
just two people
passing time
and
chatting with candour
about the things
that led
to our death.

Moon Things

 

Up in the sky,
the moon climbs higher
to get a better view.
And as I keep walking
down
the
street, I smile
at the thought
of what it can see.
The vast forever.
Step and repeat.
Patterns in you,
me,
the trees

and

everything

 in

between.