breakfast anyway

i miss you.

kinda like when i want to smoke a cigarette
and i'm looking for my lighter
and i can't find it
but its ok, because some random has a light
and that random turns out to have a name
and a whole life
and before i know it, we are sharing spontaneous space with each other
but i still wish i had my lighter
its like... i didn't need the light
the light will always be there
i just missed that one light

i miss you.

kinda like how i imagine words might miss me
people use them everyday
it helps the world turn,
they are the cause of war, economic downfalls, political rises
without words, we all might be a little lost
imagine... no street signs
no point of reference to our destinations
and even after i pass, i'm not so naive to think words won't go on
but i'd like to think poems, some poems, prefer me to write them

i miss you.

like my morning coffee misses sugar
these days i opt to hold off
because i can bear the bitterness of my cup of joe
if you can stand it, hell so can i

i miss you.

like an old song that comes on...
could have gone many more days and months without it
but when it plays i remember
damn, i really do love this tune

i miss you.

so much that i can't dare open some things that are just a few clicks away

i miss you.

like la autumn days miss the real kisses of the sun


i miss you.

like a hopeless romantic would miss longing

i miss you.

like life would miss the human soul
the heart misses one single beat
the stars would miss this little earth

i miss you.

like rain would miss my toes dancing



everything goes on
its true
this too shall pass

i know
this is no cry for anything i lack
because i do have light
and words, and coffee, and songs,
autumn days and suns
romance and a human soul
heart beats and stars
dancing toes in the rain

i take care of myself like that
try to honor myself even in storms
all these days without you

don't need anything
a picture of you usually does me just fine
that bittersweet forever face taking his time

its just that
i was driving down the 5 south with the brother bears in tow
and as i surrendered to all the red hearts leading the way
my mind went a'wonderin
there seemed no escaping those wire- rimmed glasses
eyelashes pointing towards me
and these two scars sitting atop a smile
so instead of searching for a way out
i found a way in and i let my thoughts settle for awhile

i guess that's it
me
the hopeless romantic longing
i can take it
its the truth
nothing good every came from dishonesty

so, for the record, there goes it

i miss you.

like butter misses the hot pan