Fallen Star

...like the wind
that pushes through
before the storm
brewing
like an oily cloak
to conceal
the stars
and wonder.

...like a breeze
whispering past
your window
and laying a dream
beside your ear
as you slumber
and dream
of seeking
and searching...

...loving
and learning...

...flying
and falling
past the precipice of love
and the abyss
of doom.

even as I languish
in long lost
memories
of nipples
beneath dark trees...

...open thighs
and wide eyes...

...conversations
caught
in the what ifs
and the why not's
and the what
the fuck
is going on's.

a laugh...

a cry...

a failed try
and a failed

reply...

time
increases
the weight
and the burden
we wait
to unload...

...time
makes the heart
grow fonder,

at least
for some
as they wonder
and wonder...

he sees you
driving ahead
of him
on the road...

...showing
a shapely calf
as you exit
the tobacco store...

...memories
flood.

Passions
never die.

Friends
are missed...

as this fool
sits in the dark
and cries
despite
how hard he tries
to not miss
all
that he
has lost.

...and so
with ale
in his gut
and smoke
in his brain
he falls,

fails,

retreats
to the place
in his mind
where he finds you
sitting
sultry
demure
waiting
for
my word...

...waiting
for my hand...

...waiting
and amused
by it all.

My muse,

my love,

my friend...

...I am sorry
for it all
but most of all
for me...

...the broken bastard,

the foolish whim,

the sad, silly man.

...never believe
that I never
remember
you.

...always
know
that I do
but that I am
as much
a coward
as a noble
romantic...

...I am
only
a fool
pretending
to know
more than he does
despite
what
he has learned.

know
that I know
the weight
of loss
in my world
since your vision
and your voice,

your words
and your choice
to be my friend,

has been absent.

know
that
I miss you
and regardless
of your reply,
or lack
thereof,

you will always be
like a wandering star
in the vision
of my mind's eye.