This man I know, an object of wonder. Broken most days. Smiles with matching clouds despite his laughter like thunder. s.b.

Rushing my lips, touching me boldly. Taking, taking as though he was the wind. He took my breath away.

Music for him was a way to show his love and desire for me. It was beautiful and raw. But it was his escape route as well. It took him inward, away from restraints and walls. He could feel the music wash over him, the lyrics taking his thoughts wherever they needed to be in those moments. He lived for dreams and fantasies. He was full of humor and charm, yet if it weren't for his love of music his life was overwhelmingly dull.

Cool, crisp sheets, an unfolding night with warm scents of you left behind in the morning light.

Don’t give me those blue eyes please, I’ve already given up on our dreams. Nothing can bring back the times where only memories reside.

Your name is stifled in my throat rising and falling with every breath. I keep you in silence no longer saying a word. Holding you there cautiously for the sake of your peace, speaking only from the beat in my chest.

We all remember that moment in time. After that nothing was ever the same. We've been clinging one or the other yet all it causes is pain.