found these in another little notebook, from my senior year of college i think

EndA relationship is one long denouement ( Read more... )

I find Her walking in the crowd ( Read more... )

i grow restless
with thoughts long ago abandoned by me
that return
like shadows on the stars.
the wanderer roams back into
my life
as though she had never left
smiling knowingly.
"what a pretty chain," she whispers.
i turn away
hoping she will leave as she has
in the past
in the future.

i thought i was the wind
but i suppose i am only human.

untitled chicago 1

i have traveled far
but not close enough.
searching for a familiar face,
i can almost hear their heartbeats.
can you hear me?
i ask the river to carry my cry
but all i hear is the city.

untitled chicago 2

i am the wind ( Read more... )

I am the wind
And I have visited these parts before.
I have rolled over them like a lover's caress,
Drawn blood in heated throes,
And risen to tread the line between love and hatred,
my tattered wings catchings stars.
I am the wind
And to this bed I shall not return.