When there's nothing left to say

It's funny the way things play out,
the way things fall together or fall apart.

It's funny the way people anticipate
when they have nothing
to look forward to.

It's funny the way people make
the same mistakes time and again.

It's funny the way some can love so hard
and some can't love enough.

And it's funny when good can come out
of so much misfortune.


waiting for my moment to come, everything has come undone

I wonder if you're still here

I find myself looking for you,
trying to recognize your face.
I wonder if you're still here,
if you remember now.

I want to remember you,
to know you again.

To look into your eyes
and see more than the vast blankness.

To hear you shuffle down the hall,
or to have you tuck my hair behind my ears
just
once

more.


I'm sorry I wasn't there