Question

What would you say, in a letter left to those you loved?
If you were never going to see them again.
Are there things you haven't said?
Are there feelings not expressed?
Do you care more than you've shown?
Why?
Why haven't you let them know?
Maybe they're writing their own letter;
because they don't know, they don't think you care.

Water

Water, I want to be like water. Strong enough to hold up a ship, but able to slip through your fingers

2000

You were there.
You know what it was like.
That time was hard for you too.
I'm sorry I forgot that.

Concentrating so much on my hurt,
I forgot about yours.
How your heart hurt.
Your soul abandoned.

Now so many days later,
years actually,
I stopped and thought about you
and cried at my forgetfulness.

Why did I think of this now?
I saw you,
you didn't see me.
You were in a sea of faces.

I wonder if you hate me for it?
If you ever think back
and think how far away I was from you.
Even though I was standing right beside you.

I wonder if there will ever be a moment
where it is ever mentioned between us?
Would there be a silence?
A silence enough for you to know my sorrow.
My sorry.

You looked happy.
Maybe you've forgotten.
It may not even hold presence in your thoughts.
I know the day does, but maybe not me.

If floods back into mine often.
Not just of you, but everything about then.
The moment when all of our lives were vastly emptied by loss.

White like surf

I am black as if bereaved of light, my tears swallowed by the sea.
But the sea is calm tonight, to set its struggling passion free.

On the table

He knows those are my favorite

The frustration that built while we argued - intense
I wanted to slam the door in his face - forget
      He was wrong
      I was right

The argument escalated into a frenzy of words
and I uncouthly said words I regret

I walked back and forth, throwing my arms up in the air
As he repetitively defended his actions
That dent in the wall is evidence

He knows those are my favorite. I knew he would give in.

G.M. V

There have been so many aboard.
What are your stories?
Why did you come here?
Why did you leave here?

Names on wood next to hardened gum.
Just to be remembered,
to say "I've been here"

What did you think Ben Quinlan?
Did you appreciate the beauty?
Did you take it all in?
The smells the sights?
There are stories here.

Did you sit where I'm sitting?
Did you walk any of the same paths?
Looking out the window I wonder if you dreamed.

This place is different, but good.
A long ways away.
Nothing is here,
but every thing you need.

November

It was hard saying goodbye
But you needed it, I didn't want it
Still don't
I hope it helps
I hope it hurts
I hope it makes a difference
Miss me just a little
Enough that you think of me
I don't want to be forgettable
Easily replaceable