to days of inspiration

[memorydive]

lately...
ive been forgetting
that my original big dream
was to become a writer...
i went looking back on some of my poems
and short stories today...
some of which were not half bad.
i wish i could go back in time
and be that good.
so i'm going to write more
and just see what comes out of me...

honesty in the form of facial expressions
that only i can read
part of me is glad that you have no words
to describe these feelings
and part of me just wants to hear it.
you've kissed me and given me your breath
a part of your life...

let me see the other parts
let me hear other parts
let me feel other parts
without my hands or lips
or bones or skin
i'd like to wake up next to
someone i know
next time
better than a smile
that i have to read and realize
you are everything that i want
because that is what i see
when you look
at me
but what would i see
if you really said something
besides
"nothing" ?

its always
just...nothing.