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Untitled (Winchester Blues)
The sky cries with her today.
Big, salty drops keeping time with the rain.
Her cheeks, red with anguish clash against the cold grey sky.
Sitting quietly in the passenger's seat,
I try to offer her some comfort.
And though I am right next to her,
I can feel her loneliness seeping through like a November draft.
I hate to see her hurt like this.
I feel like a small child lost in the store,
Helpless, hopeful.
I say, "You hold on tightest before you let go."
And she tells me I am brilliant.
She is brilliant.
With her foot on the gas pedal she flashes me a smile.
I tell her it doesn't look fake,
But I think I lied.
Cheeks still flush, eyes swollen from tears she drives.
Watching her I realize,
The road out of this town is far too long.
S.
She is a muse, my muse.
I tell her this but she doesn't believe me.
She tells me I'm brilliant.
SHE is brilliant.
I've had writer's block for years
and she has given me inspiration.
She is amazing,
Though she doesn't, can't see it.
And she sings loves songs in Spanish,
And she translates them for me,
And I hope she can see how beautiful she is
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Above all things, Love. (For Andrew)
I wish you could see you through my eyes.
See everything I see.
See how beautiful you are when you sleep.
See how the lines around your eyes shift when you smile.
I wish you could feel you on my skin.
Feel how I feel.
Feel rough hands on soft skin.
Fill chills from gentle fingertips.
But above all things, Love,
I wish you could think of you in my head.
Think what I think.
Think of how amazing life is with you in it.
Think how I lived without you.
Think, know, how incredible you are.