Thursday, June 21, 2012

Shy

her name meant 'gift'
and that she was
a quiet voice on the telephone
blurred out by passing traffic
but beautiful
none the less
her Hebrew tongue
spoke words of sadness
I could not mend easily
and her visa
gave her 2 months
in Toronto

Thunder

Getting soaked sitting by my window sill
I wait
for an invitation down a story
for there are three below me
and we all know the fourth
would be the most dangerous place to sit
if lightning struck
but we spend too much time
waiting by windows
getting soaked
all alone

Monday, June 4, 2012

Sigh

If I were a noise
well I'm sure I'd be a sigh
because sometimes I find
myself releasing like that
involuntarily
exhaling something
and who really knows
what i'm letting go of
those few moments in the day
but that is why
I would for sure
be a sigh

Saturday, June 2, 2012

Toby

I don't even know if a photo exists
of which we are in the same frame
and it breaks my heart
to hear your name,
And there are these images
in my mind alone, how long can they last?
I swore
It would be impossible
to forget your smell,
cigarettes and perfume,
your voice on speaker phone,
questioning, worrying
as if I was your own,
and I was.
It's the reason I think I see you
on the sidewalk, passing me
I double take
when my heart skips a beat.
I want to see you again,
but I'm afraid there is no way
my heart is heavy,
with all the words I'd say.

and
why did they get to say good bye?
why did they get to hold my best friends?
While I was a thousand miles away?
I think about you everyday
and all I can do is cry
because
I'm left without a picture of us
just wondering why
"Do not choose the coward's explanation"