Walking You Home

Walking You Home

And chilly
The evening
Air
Stepping
Outside
Of the bar

Late
The time
Almost
Two
Your eyes
Looking
Tired

Walking you home
While the
Stars
Are out
And
Kicking
Off your
Shoes

My jacket
On your
Shoulders
Because
You look
Cold

Arriving
At your
Door
Fumbling
For the
Keys
And a
Kiss
On your
Cheek

Good night
And
Sweet dreams

Jet Planes

Jet Planes

And if
Jet Planes
Carried
Our hearts
Across
Far away
Lands and
Seas
So you
Could feel
Me

First class
I would
Sit

And upon
Arrival
Standing
Waiting
Would be
You

Open arms
And
Open hearts

As if
A year
Was an
Eternity

And
Because
Sometimes
Hand written
Letters
Take to
Long
To deliver

Jet Planes
Carrying
Careful
Hearts
First class
To see
A lady
Waiting

Just like
She said
She would

Strong Drinks and Heavy Hearts

Strong Drinks and Heavy Hearts

Tonight
Before the
Lights come
On
And last
Call is
Yelled

Slow dance
Under the
Dim lights
Of the
Night

And while
The beer
Shots
Drinks
Had
It's all
Money
Well spent

Hands held
While
Keeping track
Of the others'
Footsteps
Or
Heartbeats

And for once
Older
Or
Caught
In a moment
Of something
Bigger

Bigger than
Two hands
Holding
Two hearts
Beating
Two people
Standing

And as the
Lights
Finally
Turn on
Fate
Or hope is
Found

All
Realized
Standing
In front
Of me

Once In Love

Once In Love

Once in love
But now in loss
A ship trying to find
Its way
With no lighthouse
To guide it
Home
Every night
Rough seas
And rainy storms
Ahead
No sun or daylight
In sight

Once in love
But now in loss
A boy
In search of
The lost treasure
The lost treasure
Of love
Never to find it
And he will
Likely
Die trying
Overcome
With greed
Of the thought
Of feeling
Of being
In love

Once in love
But now in loss
A girl stands
On her porch
Waiting to be
Picked up for prom
Her date
To never show
The perfect dress
Flowers
And hair
Never to be shown
To her love
Or anyone

Once in love
But now in loss
An old man
Sits by his
Window
Watching the rain
Streaking down
The window pane
As tears
Streak down his
Face
Grieving
The loss
Of his wife
Of sixty-four years
For once
In sixty-four years
He is now
All alone

Once in love
But not in loss
I was
Once in love
But now in loss

Hold On

Hold On

Hold on
For a few
More seconds
Just
A grasp
Fingertips
Soft
Feeling
In mine

Hold on
So I
Can feel
Your
Warmth
Close
To
Me

Hold on
And
Don't
Ever let
Go

You Say Love

You Say Love


And
Say
Hello
At least
Not goodbye
To this
Night

Stars
Or at least
A moon out
Full moon
Tonight

Small
Talk
Or at
Least
Something to
Talk about about

Cute smile
And always
I know
You smell
Good
So good

Kiss
On your
Cheek
At least
Classier
Than lips
Sometimes

Flowers
Or
Dinner
And a
Movie
Date night
You
And me

And all
This
Lovely shit
Dating
Or something

You say love

And at least
I'm happy
With that
Happy with
You

As it
Brings a
Smile
To
My face

Monday (V-Day) Love

Monday (V-Day) Love

Monday
Monday
Today
I confess
A love

A heart
So true
So bold
So loving
So loved

A heart
All yours
To hold
Carry
And
Keep
Think
Of me
While
You sleep

And today
While
Cards
Roses
Chocolates
Simply could do

Instead just
Say
I love you

Fourteen

Fourteen

Fourteen ways
Or just
Fourteen days
To count
All fourteen
Words
Written down
About her

And as
Fourteen
Minutes pass
During this
Time

One thought
Reaches
Stays
On my
Mind

And those
Fourteen words
Or rather
Eleven
Of them
Rendered
Useless
Now

The thought
Idea
Becomes clear
Fourteen
Words
Days
Or
Whatever else
Is simplified
Down to
Three

The three
That
Cross
Stay on
My
Mind

The three
That make
The other
Eleven
Jealous
Or
Feel just
Complete
About her

The Usual Girl

The Usual Girl

Wake up
Shower
Usual
Shirt and
Tie
Work
Home
For dinner

Sleep
In love

Signed Love

Signed Love

A signature
I signed
Well
Inked
My name down
So you
Wouldn't
Forget

After the
Long story
I wrote
All down
For you
About you

A story
Of us
Words unscrambled
From my mind
Or thoughts
Gathered
Together

Truthful
Brutally
Honest
All the way
From
Deep inside
A heart
Not seen
By the
Naked eye

And in
The end
After
The "fade out"
I signed
It
My name
In ink

With the
Three words
Above it
That made
This
Story
This signature
You
All worth it

In The Dark

In The Dark

Shades drawn
Lights out
Night
Sleep
In the dark

Closed eyes
Replay
Memories
Trailers
Of the past
Leading
To the
Special presentation
Of sleep

Unconsciously
Unconscious
But aware
Of my surroundings
In the dreams
Dreamed

Visiting places
People
You
An uncontrollable
Flight

Only to wake up
Sometime
Odd hours
Later
Before the sun
Rises
And to
A half empty
Bed

Sunday Girl

Sunday Girl

And on
A morning
After
Nights out
But last night
Most memorable
More
Memorable

Than
Previous
Nights
Or just
Worth it
For once

The morning
Sheets
Tangled
Opening
Eyes
To see her
Sunday Girl
Always at
Her best

Breakfast
Paper
Morning coffee
Sitting across
From me
In
Last night's
Button down
Mine

Sexy the
Way
She is
A smile
To my face

Sunday Girl
Always
At her best
It doesn't
Get any better
Than this

Back To The Top

Back To The Top

On some days
Of most days
You have to
Fight it

It's a silent
Fight
The good
Fight
The fight
No one
Cares
Hears
Or even
Sees

There is no
Winning
Just
Never giving up
For that
Proves
Far worse
Than
Losing
Failure

And the
Odds
Are stacked
Everyday
And every
Possible way
Against you

But it's
Up to you
Your mission
To knock
Them down
Burst through
Walls

Because
At the
End
Of the
Day
You
Go to bed
Knowing

When you
Wake up
You
Have to
Start
All over
Again

The silent
Fight
The good
Fight

Back to
The top

What If

What If

And if the
World
Grew up
Or woke up
For the moment

What if
I showed up
With flowers
Just
On your doorstep
Asking for
You

And maybe
If we
Weren't so
Harsh
But
Otherwise

What if
I swept
You off
Your feet
Better than
The last time
You
Remembered

And if time
Started
Over again
Would
You

What if I
Drew a map
Would you
Follow

And on the
Occasion
Or thought
Of this
Or me

Is there
Ever
A
What if