The Breezeway

The sun slowly dips down
Many hours are left
Though time seems to fly
On invisible wings

The breeze is crisp
Blowing the clouds
Across the sky,
Carrying the promise
Of a later rain

The sound of smooth jazz
Echoes through the breezeway
Lending the listener
The feeling of serenity

We just sit there
Enveloped in our thoughts
I with mine
He with his

The questions
The feelings
The hopes
The fears
Churning about

Uncertainty
Mixed with anticipation
Curiosity
Together with understanding

The wind blows my hair
In front of my eyes
As I move it back
I see him watching

He says nothing
But at the same time
Everything
Just watching me

He sits across from me
Leaning back in the cold iron chair
One hand resting under his chin
In complete and utter stillness

His black shoes are worn
From hundreds of miles of walking
With bits of dried mud and water
That also sat in spots along my pants

His legs stretch outwards
With only a small crook in the knee
The slightly faded jeans
Giving a sense of casualness

His shirt is covered by a jacket
One that I had seen him wear many a time before
Now zipped up
Blocking the chilly air

His face is thoughtful
The gust of wind
Blowing his brown hair in front of his eyes
Eyes the color of chocolate

They draw you in
As deep as wells
But as you fall into them,
You feel suspended
As if time itself stops

As my gaze meets his
He leans forward
Assuming the position
Of Rodin’s “Thinker”

I feel so transparent
As if he can see right through me
Read the thoughts
Flitting through my mind

I am content,
However strange that may be,
If he sees what I think
I have nothing to hide

As I walk past him
To another chair
His arms wrap around me
Pulling me in close

He holds me to him
As one would a child
Keeping me warm
Out of the onslaught of the cold

It’s a simple gesture
But not one to be overlooked
To be that close to someone
Is worth more than most realize

A stream of air sneaks through my jacket
Making me tense up
All he does
Is hug me tighter

It dawns on me
That I will never be alone
That people such as him
Will always be there
To see me through all times

To lift me up when I fall,
To bring me out of the clouds
When I get too close to the sun,
To tease me just to make me laugh,
To hold me when I need it most

Times such as this,
When their care for you shows,
Are the times that make life
Worth living for

In his arms,
I know that I am safe

Scream

Scream
Bang against the chains
Chains that restrain me
To this chair.

Cry
Tears run down my cheeks
Knowing I can't say words
Not even wanting to see.

Thinking
Of you
You made me fly
Now my wings are clipped.

Happiness
What are you talking about?
You took that away
When you tore my heart out.

Love
It doesn't exist in this world
This world of numbness
where I am chained.

You
Left me here
Chained in my own despair
With nothing left to hold on to.

The Boy with the Blue Eyes

There he was
Standing right beside me
Walking slowly
Full of confidence and relaxation
Keeping my pace
His arms lay by his side
In a state of casual comfort
His crisp white t-shirt gave his skin a tanned look
The kind you would expect to see on a surfer
It gave him a warm, inviting appearance
The light was perfect
It lit up his long blonde curls
Casting a glimmer of gold
Disheveled as it was
It looked as good as any other day
If not better
His lips were parted in smile that almost made all my practiced poise melt away
One of those smiles that could flip your world
It reached all the way to his eyes
His striking blue eyes were full of laughter
If one were to ask me what my favorite color was
I would say the icy blue of his eyes
At some moments they would be full of such resonating joy
Lighting them up, the color of the sky
At others, they were cold and indifferent
Giving them a bluish-gray tone
They could be filled with thought too
Having the appearance of a baby blue
At the moment, the were looking at me intently
Stealing my breath away
Filling my stomach with butterflies
That was the same look he gave me while we were watching that movie in English
Filled with curiosity
But at the same time with content
I was trapped in them
Held as if turned to stone by Medusa's gaze
Trying to keep my composure
He threw his head back in laughter
A pleasing, attractive sound that made me feel safe
All I wanted was to take a picture of that moment and keep it forever
Reminding me of all the fun we had
And the excitement of what was to come.

My Best Friend

The bright specs of light
Hold my gaze
As I stare at the night sky.

The moon is full,
Heavy with majesty,
A shining beacon of tranquility.

The hum of the freeway
Resonates in my ears.
The pulse of society
Is not the only one tonight.
A heartbeat is just as loud

I lay there,
Listening.
His beat slow,
But sure.

The rhythm
Of the rise and fall of his chest
As he breathes.

The warmth of his hand
As he strokes my cheek.

The tickle of his breath
As it skims across my ear.

An involuntary shiver
Snakes down my spine.
He pulls me in,
Wraps his arms around me,
And whispers
Cold?
I nuzzle myself
Against him.

His hand tilts my head up
So that all I can see
Are the blue orbs
Of his eyes.

My heart quickens.
He looks down at me
With an expression
One can only call reverence.

Full of compassion
And respect.
Strength
And confidence.

He leans towards me
His lips graze my forehead
He rests his cheek against mine
And in a slow whisper
Says six little words,

I love you,
And always will

March

This month is going to be devoted to poems I have written in the past. About people I have loved, some whom I have lost. About life. About anything and everything.