rewind

the scent of her hair in my hands
and the warmth of her breath as we lay
in each others embrace
was how things used to be.
The bed seems alot bigger
and the room much more colder
and the nights so much darker;
so much for the memories,
it's all I have to
remind me she was here.

non cents

more thoughts floating,
bobbing about
like bhuoys off the coast,
it keeps comin back, hauntingly,
like a ghost,
it doesn't feel as bad,
better to have had,
try as I would,
try as I could,
it ended before it should.

sliver.

there's a hint of light peeking
throught the clouds.

float.

So tear me off of you,
an extra limb, dead weight.
It's all I'll ever be, was, whatever.

I could ride the wind.