This is the very last of all the times
I ever saw your eyes....well,up to this.
And it's from them that I get all my rhymes
Which make a fool's words turn to bliss.

This is the very last of all the hugs
I ever gave to you, right now....
And each and every one of them is...
Exactly as is was supposed to be...just wow

This is the very last of all my whispers
The very last your ear has heard
I pour my soul, like from a giant kettle
Inside your soul, and it goes word by word

This is the very last of all my touches
I ever gave, you ever felt, well....up to now
My heart and your heart beat like synced up watches
And it's high time you asked yourself..."but how?"

This is the very last of all the poems
I ever gave to you....just know
It's basically just half a soul that misses
It's other half, so it can....glow.

And in this moment, replicated to infinity
The deepest kiss, the highest feeling, all amount
To making you and me and both divinity
And making each and every last of all it count.

I miss you.
I love you.
You complete my heart
That was missing
You are not perfect far from it
But I love you
Just the way you are.

It's as if you walked in to my life and suddenly, my soul realized that you are everything it was looking for.

Patterns float
obscured
by uncertain mists
recreating
a scene perceived
and painted
in washes of water colour
overlapping, merging
transfixed
fresh and timeless.

The shape
of routine activities
unpredictably change
or shatter
behind
the inexorable advance of time
as sequences
inevitably retreat
into a fading future
until the circle is complete.

You are incredibly worth while,
I'd bend over backwards to see your smile
When you showed me your dreams
and you sang me your song it seems
that I could never forget you
in all my heavy years to get through
to a daffy dilemma that fools fall into.
To a higher tune than the ravages of men
and a softer sound than that most often
Given on the branches of lost relations.
Salvaged by the hearts of two native nations.

(Him and Her)

She was a collector
Of broken dreams
And misplaced things
She put them together
To make her heart compete

*No wonder why
She loved me so much
She told me
I was the final piece

How do I erase this Janwar
that's clawing, gnawing, destroying my insides
try to cease this current
this ebbing self-control
black-holed sanity of clear thought

Everywhere I go
every sight I see
incomplete without my completeness
you

Stupidity overwhelming judgement
blinding direction of constant withdrawal
an itch

How I wish things didn't happen for a reason
for now, I'd be whole
without a counterpart
missing

A puzzle piece
misleading me to believe
that he
and me
as a we
are meant to be

**** that idiocracy
for whole
I am,
complete,
and you are obsolete

*s.q.

You were a boy
Whose heart didn't beat,
Yet you made me feel
Complete.


F.Z.N