silhouette

i was sitting, lonely,
at a table surrounded by friends
when my eyes stumbled upon
your silhoutted shape
surrounded by neon lights and
people already half gone.
to my feet was i and walking
through pools of people
and when close i caught
the scent from the nape
of your neck
how sweet like daisies
bending in the wind
i gave it not a single thought
and took your hand.

Knotted fingers.

morning sun rises
and the light wakes in
me something unknown

cartwheels in my stomach
no thoughts in my head
you're not there

knotted fingers in
winter have seemingly
gone abroad

Only far off shores
knows the serenity
of your presence.

History.

We watched history burning
In the night sky
As clouds of breath
were scattered from our mouths

And as we were learning
I caught your eye
That fateful death
has bound us up until now.