Confessions of a whimsical lover

Though Its tempting

I will not confess

how much I miss you.

I will not surrender to your proclamations of love -

Vacuumed honesty,

filtered promises

and perfumed words.

I have my pillow for teary nights

and lonely noons.

I have my books and music

to distract.

and remind.

I will neither tweet, scrap or text.

I will wait for you to understand

what I, we, mean to you.

If not, I will die, not alone, but with dignity.

Sounds of silence

Buildings withdraw on either side

Lights flash and flee 

There's the music on again.

Beats and voices rhythmic and recurring

You tap and hum

sing and drum

there's honking and

occasional cursing.

Motors and tires

roar and screech.

There's talking and laughter

on the radio.

Its contained, echoed,

deflected.

Chimeric Shadows

blotch face contours.

the road continues to slip beneath tires.

A lonely sodium orange witnesses

my return.

We stop and

All i remember

up my stairs

is how our silence sounds.

Things to say

I can talk about the moonlight

Twas Beautiful - sitting under the starry sky.

I can talk about the breeze.

It was gentle ,

Neither too warm or cold -Just right.

I can talk about the music.

It was loud, but it was alright.

I can talk about the food.

not many options but it was good.

I can talk of the ambiance

Near the pool - about 10 people max.

Left alone, none to bother.

It was perfect actually.

Well almost.

Don't ask me why?

I dont wanna talk about you.