The Dream

I love you...
Don't forget that.
You are my heart and my soul
but now.....we have to be apart.

I want to breath you in like I have never been able to.
I want to dance with you in the kitchen and
feel that you want all of me...even the ugly.

I want to make love to you in free abandon..
no demons...no constraints...
when you hug, breath deeply and embrace, cocoon in that warm place
love full, love hard baby...there is only one life.


I need you to embrace all of it....no more obligations
or reasons not to do...
I want reasons to do.

I want to save our money and travel...
I want to be the guilt ridden Catholic that I am,the worrier, the poet
and I want you to be the best tortured writer you can be
and watch you dance in the rain.

I love you
that will not change
but everything else must.

It May be Time

Pressing my face against the window,
mist from my breath fogs the glass.
A tear falls down my cheek,
as I trace a heart with your name in it.


I am a child again, lost and confused,
why am alone, why is my heart broken?
I don't want us to hurt each other anymore...
You haven't spoken to me....silent.


Posted a sign the other day,
I know I am difficult, aren't we all?
It's either all of me, or none of me.


The wall of history has divided us,
neither forgotten or forgiven.
No words between us can heal the wounds.


No matter how I love or cherish you,
you only see what I am not.
It may be time to say goodbye.

The ghosts of the past haunts.....
like circling vultures,
waiting for another opportunity to attack,
To destroy what is left.

I can't deny what I have contributed and
I cannot be any other person than who I am.
I am defined by my experiences...by my life...
as you are.

I touch the glass with my breath on it,
cool to the touch...
Drawing a line to the future...
The unknown....
It may be time to say goodbye.