We hold hands in church service
My back - board straight
A tree with gnarled roots
White knuckled focus
Your shoulders slumped
An old stone with weathered features
A fog of sleep clouds your face
And your fingers are limp in mine
When the band plays -
White knuckled focus
The tendons in your hand supple -
Out-standing
You tap imaginary chord patterns on the back of my hand
The muscles of your fingers being plucked like piano strings
Chord after chord
And I relax my shoulders
And become an old stone with you

ring . . . ring . . . ring
Please leave a message . . . Beeeeep*
Uh hey, it's me.
So, I just got out of the shower and well . . .
While I was in there, I'd put my Zune on shuffle, ya know, on the dock and that acoustic version of Such Great Heights started playing and I froze - like, just in the middle of washing my hair and started singing along. And then I started dancing, like a slow, spinning in a circle dance, like they do at weddings cause I was pretending it was our wedding. So I was just in the shower, soap still in my freaking hair, dancing by myself like *******, thinking about our wedding.
I don't know, I just thought you'd want to know that. I think that should be our first dance song.

*click

I think you have too many shirts.
My closet is basically an overflow -
For yours.
I'm wearing one now.
It's hitched up over my nose so I can smell it.
It's red flannel, one of my favorites.
Your green sweater is on my floor.
It's lost your scent but -
It's still soft.
You really have too many shirts.
I'd have a garage sale but -
I like smelling them too much.
Sue me.

If I were to speak I would stutter
From fear, from tears, I couldn't utter -
A sound
In my head, that I never heard
Gunshots, gunshots
Hanging on every word
****** fountains
Mystery
Don't think there'll be more school for me
Raining on my brothers wedding
Crying, crying
Sun is setting
White dress -
Hoodie, stained with red
New life begins
Another ends

A thousand days
A thousand lies
To keep you parting
From my eyes
Tonight when we
Were in the car
You made sure to park real far
Away, so we could have more time
So you could walk and kiss my cheek
Won't see you for another week
You said you'd kiss me
Wouldn't quit
So we climbed in to kiss and sit
But when we got in
Cold as the dead
All the I love yous you've ever said
Came pouring out your mouth instead

Today -
I was unpacking my suitcase
And -
I found your Jimi Hendrix shirt
It -
Was bunched up in the corner
I -
Grabbed it and pressed it to my face
And -
Breathed in deeply
And -
I layed on the floor in silence
To -
Breathe and remember