am

the past few days
she ruminates
why can't you just
reciprocate

but it dawned on her
the real question was
why can't she just
let go of the hate

give yourself a break
why would you go high
for someone who won't
ever do the same

she lets go a tad more today

a painting

under the moon we sat

feets dangling off the ledge

hands gently on the rock 

hearts deeply interlocked

peaceful large waves crashed afar

with wind humming under the star

a soft hymn of adoration

to such ethereal creation 

embraced in milky way

warmth swept them off the bay

lost in your twinkling gaze

a voluntary maze

when tonights' blue end at midnight

calamity shall come to strike

for one of them made a pact 

to exchange time with the wreck

those eyes glisten in the rain

now they stay in memory lane

mine stares out of the windowpane

searching for a glimpse of your frame