You know the day is not going well

When you run out of

All the mood refreshers

That you hoard for bad days

--chocolates, joke sites,

Coffee, old love letters--

Early in the morning

wanting new friends

I keep trying to make new friends
and when I meet you after an interval
I realize
I was only trying to fill the void
of your absence

I don't need anyone else, really

How do i deal with answered prayers

You are

The gift i gave to myself

To be opened in account of

Calamities

The message in a bottle

I set afloat

Hoping it will float back to me

In a catastrophe

The favor i hoped to exchange

For everything i hold dear

When nothing is going right

But i guess

In this disillusioning world

I  had not really expexted

The gift to be delivered

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Assured

I run, i twist

I experiment

I move away

I walk into fire,

Stare into the devil's eyes

Because i know

I can always come back

To safety

Like the rain that falls

With the certainity of the earth

I walk in a trance

Certain

Of your protection

Following me everywhere

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Weighing questions

It seems i remember things 

That are not so important

 The prick of your stubble

 The changing looks on your face 

    As we grew more familiar

 The water that was unexpectedly

    All over the floor we planned to sit on

Trying to compensate

For not remembering

The important things

 What words did you say

   To tell me of your love

 What words gave you hope

 What tells you we will make it

Trying to get at true love

A young widow crying

At her husband's funeral pyre

Lovers' tearful embrace
When he is off to
Find his fortune in the world

And we don't know

If she is crying

For love of the man

Or for her lost opportunities

And the years of loneliness

That she sees spreading out of her

If only she were free to choose

Any number of loves

We would know

The strength of every love

On the edge of the ocean

Nothing should hold you back

From immersing yourself

Forgetting yourself

Drowning yourself

Letting yourseld flow

Finding yourself back

Nothing should hold you back

From exhiliration

Nothing does

Except for

That flowing black cloth

That some think

Protects your modesty