I see ...

What do I see in you?
I see a lingering sadness.
I see a loving father.
I see an entertaining spirit.
I see yearning passion.
I see endearing humor.
I wish I was seeing you.

for a short while

There for just a short while
I was happy.
People noticed.
The smile on my face that radiated from within
The bounce in my step
That special extra something something
That comes from feeling …
From believing
That two people actually can connect on multiple levels.

Each day I anticipated contact --
Albeit simple emails or a voice mail
Your quirkiness and subtle sexiness
Made me happy.

And now you have recoiled to your world
Apart from me … all ties severed
Not for lack of interest or attraction
But angst from the reality of daily living.
If only you would let me help you smile
And bring a little joy …
like you did me
I miss you.

Match in the Dark

Looking for a match
In the dark
Not to light a cigarette
But to burn away the past
And with this new flame
Will I light a new bright future

inspired by and dedicated to Brian and Theresa

The Park

a brief interlude in the park

relaxingon a sun drenched bench

holding hands and kissing fervently

oblivious to others passing ... watching

I acquiese to stroll down memory lane

take a walk through the park

humming a nameless tune

till rain drizzles from the sky

dampening our skin

and I smile

as I am still here with you

I may have fallen

I may have fallen for those eyes,
But I stayed for the way you look at me.
I may have fallen for the sexy curve of your lips,
But I stayed for the way they say my name.
I may have fallen for your charm and witty banter,
But I stayed for the sincerity and directness.
I may have fallen for your sensual kisses and your embrace,
But I stayed for the lingering touch and shivering down my spine.
I may have fallen for all the wrong reasons,
But I stayed for all the right ones.

Ticket Stub
Who would think

that behind old prom dresses and graduation gowns

under mothbitten sweaters

in a box with the four corners tucked under one another

beneath old school pictures,

an outdated magazine with laughable fashions

and a pile of over due bills

is a dust covered wallet

whose measely contents are limited:

a temporary license stapled to its predecessor

a work ID, and a big screen movie card

hidden in a secret zippered pocket

is the movie ticket stub

you told me to save forever just because.

And now the memories overwhelm me more than they should

and I tuck them back awayfor another day.

Awkward

Awkward
That’s how I feel these days
Not knowing left from right
In a daze in my craze
Knowing what is in my heart
Following through I just get a false start
Do over
Re do
One more time
When will I know where to draw the line
Self pride and dignity
Out the door
Wiping my heart up off the floor