Personal History

Words cannot express
the emotion with which I feel.
Tirelessly considering,
the joy of childhood.
The love of parents
so happy for me.
A coffee sits.
Begging to be sipped. 
While I stare at
our old oak tree. 
The yard as square and cut
as dad kept it all those years.
Mom's aged cook book,
a family classic on the shelf.
Stares at me through dusty binding.
Years have passed.
Alone I tend to my history.
The coffee is getting cold.  

How Do I Tell You

How do I tell you.
Feelings.
Ufettered.
The wreckage of a soul.
Eternal love.
Undying.
How do I tell you.
When I see.
When our hearts speak again.
Memories.
Those little moments.
Infinite.
Pure.
The thing we all seek.
It was you.
It's always been us.
How do I tell you. 
Tell me.
Please.

Love Evaporated: A Poem

In one, moment,

a change in all life.

Like a star gone supernova,

flashes, gone.

I cannot help but feel,

sense, agonized over you.

What I did, I will never know.

What we were is now gone.

Instantly vaporized.

A love once so strong, evaporated.

Melancholy.

I cannot love anymore.

Numb, immune to the feeling.

It was all with you.

Gone, empty like a black hole.

Nothing will ever be the same.