Broken poem

It's quiet without you 

Boone docks creeking

Come to mind

But I'm busy in the city 

You told me the door is always open for me but your giving me space 

Space takes time 

I reach for my phone silent in 

Falls light wondering 

About you 

The leaving 

The coming 

Holding on  letting go 

In fantastic sorrow 

I already know 

The distance between us 

Grand Canyon style 

Twelve in my mind still can't open up this time he says I was more open in the beginning then I am now 

The switch that came down was hard 

Remotes don't last

 words are just the flash that keeps us still in frozen frames of light 

No your arms are not holding me tonight 

Silence has broken us 

Words don't help me that's all right 

Your on your own again girly 

Baby girl too much denial to stay shut all right 

Primson

When you love a man you make him a sandwich you cover up his shoulder at night because you know that's how he likes it

Feed them love them and give them someone to want to come home to

The sweet smells which make our love complete with all the wanting my little heart can take 

Bite size 

Post withdrawal

The breeze comes in 

The leaves come down

Fright and sadness an urgent sound

I want out of this life my heart pounds

Where is my map back to your heart

I let you go to find yourself

You ask me to hold on giving me little to go on 

Hang on for what 

I don't know the sound of the path your on I wish it was closer to me so I would not be afraid of the changes that are coming it's a lonesome world and I'm back to facing it on my own my tears cry I want you to stay but I'm leaving you in time because you can't connect to me and although we want availability we really want to flee 

No more stolen time or treasure on our lips I will leave you better than I found you and on our times fondly reminisce 

Thank you for a peek at love thank you for something true thanks you for letting me go soft with all the dreams we had not begun 

Bronze hearts

We got into a fight that went something like this I'm gathering up my things and leaving 

And because you went there I went here 

Left leaving you 

Questioning the primal force of your existence 

Now you are gone and there is some space the air breaths and soft vibrations flow between us I know your doing your own thing and I softly do I 

For the things we need come from other places then each other and he ways that bring us down can also sometimes lift us up how can I be more open with you than this when all I want is your tender kiss and the calm that is my storm to you