Purpose

I know there is a meaning
There is a purpose
Because there is a you
And you smile

Our meaning is intertwined
In the ever-deepening lines
Around your eyes
When you smile

Our purpose is written
In the lines of my palm
I imagine caressing your face
As you smile

I close my eyes
Breathing deeply in love
Exhaling my doubt
And I smile

I remember...

I remember what it was like to breathe
after you left the room
and time slowed
so that even colors stretched behind you in confusion
leaving me to gray shadows.
I have waited here
in the space of a heartbeat,
people like pauses
giving momentary silence
to the demons drowning me.
Your hands in my hair
bring me back to the surface
with a beautifully painful shock.
And oh I remember what it is like to breathe.

Haiku

The taste of metal
I forget to breathe, heart pounds
Your shadow passes

Searching

Pixilated fog
Grayed out
White being too pure
Black being too defined
To hold my falling state
Fitting no shape
Round pegs
Square holes
Hammers crumble in confusion
No thing and no one
Can see truth
The flame you follow
Thinking it a beacon
Is a spoon bent by my mind
In my hungered turmoil
Created for tomorrow
Reflected weakly in today