Wish You Were Here
So for once
All cleaned up
For the moment
Perfectly
Shaven
And well dressed
I even
Wore that
Favorite tie
The one you
Picked out
Shoes shined
With a smile
On my face
The one that
Meant something
Like when
I first met
You
And now
Standing here
By myself
Ruined
Because
I finally
Cleaned up
Just in time
To see you
Go
But I wish
I wish
You
Were still
Were still
Here
Hiatus
Shit
The thoughts
I once
Thought
Don't make
Sense
Rather
Just bounce
Off the walls
And I watch
As the words
Dance
In circles
In my dreams
My sleep
I meant what I
Said
Years ago
Just not
Right now
And I'm
So far away
From everything
Even though
I'm sitting
Next to her
Love
The love
And lies
That reality
Believes in
And a night
Off
From this city
Doesn't seem
So bad
Because
Staying up
All night
For no reason
Just waiting
Lost
It's touch
But turning
It all in
Rather
Giving in
Gaining
Touch
Back in
Reality
Is optimism
For the
Moment
Letting go
Letting my
Guard down
Helpful Hopelessness
Is my
Hiatus
Six Months Ago
Over and over
In my head
Too late
To even think
About looking
At the clock
Because I know
I'm getting up
Soon
Toiling in
My mind
As if
I think about
It
Her
Long
Enough
It'll bring
It all back
So when
I do fall
Asleep
I wake up
Just like
Last
Right next to
Her
Raise Your Weapon
And in the heat
Of battle
When you look
Down
And see
All the lost
Lying before
You
With your
One
Last breath
The reason
You fought
This battle
And these days
To risk
It all
For back
Home
Loved ones
Because
When you
Come home
You hope
Home is the
Home you left
And
They say
Everyone
Makes it home
They just
Don't
Guarantee
Whether home
Is in a
Wooden Box
But in the
Heat of
Battle
With what's
Left of the courage
Lost or gained
Raise your
Weapon
Because
Back home
There's someone
Worth Fighting
For
Waiting for
You
Drinking Alone
There's
Not enough
Drinks
To feel all right
Let alone
Wasted
More or less
However
Alone
And on the
Rare
Occasion
I do drink
It puts
The pit
In my stomach
Of thoughts
Hardships
Relating
Resulting
Back to
Her
Lonesomeness
Is the
Perfect
Company
On this
Occasion
And in
The end
I end up
I making
Invisible
Friends
And sleeping
Horribly
So a swear
I solemnly
Swore
To void
Off your
Thoughts
Entering
In my mind
And stop drinking
Alone
The Dream Girl
On a roll
In my Dreams
Last night
I met her
The perfect girl
Because
In real life
I know her
Actually
Truly
And she'd
Deny
But she knows
So tonight
I stayed up
Past midnight
One
Two
Three in the
Morning
As If I could
Beat sleep
For once
And
Meet her
Again
Eluding
My dreams
But not
My mind
Thoughts
And heart
And
When I give up
With heavy eyes
For the night
She gives in
Visits
Or at least
Assures me
She's here
But waking up
Vanishing
Better than
Magicians
Hide props
Hiding my love
Until
The next evening
Tomorrow
I'll go to
Bed
Always
On
One side
Waiting
for that
Warm feeling
To slide
Into bed
Next to me
Red Box Selections
There
Are no more
Decisions
To make
Red box
Has preselected
What's
Left to rent
Easier
Said than
Done
While
I hand
Select
The one I love
She
Must love
V-necks
Or my ego
At least
to Keep it
In check
Laundry
Folded
Weekends
Slept in
Slept in
Beds
In different
cities
That
Traveled
To my heart
Because
Topics
I can't
Select
Readings
I'll never
Turn pages for
But for her
I'd Turn
My sheets down
More than the
First night
Because
Sex isn't
An option
Right now
Rather
Conversation
Is a requirement
At least
Until
4 AM
I can't
Choose
Sleep Schedules
Alarms
Buzzer types
Working days
But I choose
Carefully
At how I get
Loaded
On the right
Mixed drinks
Cautiously awake
However my eyes
On her
And don't stray
Too far
The next morning
Because
This is
The one thing
I don't
want to
Have
Preselected
For me
Red Eye Love
And it's been
That kind of
A week
When you look
At your watch
Only to realize
Your an hour ahead
When you really
Forgot
About day light
Savings time
Sitting
In the airport
One of many
Enough
To count
On fingers
And toes
As if
A girl in
Each city
Is feasible
But who has
Time these
Days
On time or
Delayed
The Flight times
Flash up
Home
Home is here
The airport
Rather the
Real home
Is not
A home
Merely
A hotel
To sleep until
You
Leave in the
Morning
Family ties
Become
Untied
Strengthened
Broken
In
Transatlantic flights
Paris
London
Business calls
More stamps in
My passport
Currencies
Carried
As if
Badges of
Honor
Held
The heads
Of Kings and
Queens
First class
Extra leg room
and Liquor bottles
Medicated
Feelings
And trapped emotions
The whole
Time fighting
The man
Or just the
Jet stream
Crowds
And security
To get back
Only if
For a few hours
To her
Until
Business
Calls
The next
Red eye
out
The Ending Days
The sweet
Summer
Heat came
Early
This spring
On the
Back deck
Watching
the sun
Slowly
Fall
Over the
Horizon
The end
Of another
Day
Calmly
Relaxed
In my chair
Her next
To me
Waiting
For the day
To finally
End
With her
