Wade In the Cold Waters.
Your voice remains
and it echoes through the canyons
of my mind,
it would try to take me
from absent friends with hollow smiles,
still I listen and use the needle of my compass
to sew up the pieces
my broken heart.

Kitchen Poetry # 9.
I still haven’t sent
those old yellow love letters
all written for you.

Kitchen Poetry # 8.
It’s easy to forget
but I hope you never forget
my silhouette.

The (In)Significant Spaces.
A night as dark as this and
it feels like I’m not moving.
The endless sea of dark
echoes the malancholy of my heart.
Memories fill the emptiness
with a tinge of sorrow and regret.
The could haves
and should haves
punctuated with everything in between.
There’s nothing left
but a cold shiver down the spine.
The poetics of space will leave an aftertaste
of you and me and how it used to be.

Kitchen Poetry # 7.
In the absence of the night
Everything wrong seems right
We need more dark
To cover up the crimes of your heart.

Kitchen Poetry # 6.
How strange
the world changes
from night to day
and back again
without slowing even to acknowledge
that my life will forever be night
because you
are no longer here.

Kitchen Poetry # 5.
Let me
be your pilot
and I’ll steer you
far from the madness
away from the crazy
till there’s nowhere left to go
except
to come into me.

Education.
Conscious yet half asleep in that crowded bus I caught a glimpse of you. In the middle of that humid night ride home I thought I saw you smile at me. And then you were gone.
I had lost you again.

Kitchen Poetry # 4.
Grab hold of my hand
I’ll try to steady it, but
my heart trembles so.

Kitchen Poetry # 3.
Today,
Tomorrow,
Forever,
I’ll bewitch you even if
it takes all night long.

Kitchen Poetry # 2.
How brilliantly
the sun rises again; as
I stare at you sleep.

I Saw You Before You Saw Me.
Personally I think you are insane. You may be the most insane person I know. And trust me, I know a few. But out of all the insane people out the, I like you the best. Because you make waking up every morning something I look forward to doing. I can’t wait to receive your text messages. The ones I can’t help but smile from ear to ear reading. Or those phone calls where we talk for ages about the most ridiculous things. I don’t care that you’re killing my phone bill or that people may look at me funny for bursting out laughing like a fool from something I’m reading on my phone. Personally I think you’re insane but that’s what I like about you.

Kitchen Poetry # 1.
I cried for you
on the kitchen floor
and then decided
I wanted some coffee.

I think people should make a concerted effort to make friends. I don’t want to be your friend just because we know the same people. I don’t want to be your friend by proxy. I don’t want to be your friend because it’s convenient. Or just because we work together. Or because neither of us like to eat lunch alone.
I want to be your friend because we laugh at the same things. Because we can agree to disagree. Because I can say that outfit makes you look fat and you can swat me on the head without us bursting into a fight. Because I know that I can call you at 3am if I can’t sleep. Because you can ring me in the middle of the work day to tell me you’re hungover and still in bed.
I want to be your friend because I choose to be your friend. Not because of circumstance or there wasn’t anyone else. I want to be your friend just because.

So often we need a map to point the way home
here none are as lost.

There was a time
you meant the world to me
and holding your hand
was everything
I needed.