Met you in the glow of a midnight ,
Words like sparks in a silver dream.
Strangers stitched in typing pace,
But I memorized your digital face.

You talk in riddles, I feel too deep,
You’re wide awake while I lose sleep.
I don’t know if I’m just a game,
But my heart still skips when you say my name.

Are you real or just a haze?
A fleeting thrill in lonely days.
Still, I wait for that message tone—
'Cause you feel like home in the unknown'.

8 years since you moved on
It's still so hard to believe, you're gone
I want to know how you're doing,
I want to believe you're somehow around me

The child inside me, often bangs on my heart
She always thought someday we'd restart.
Fate is such a strange thing
I don't know what you were here to teach me, if anything

Maybe it was to hold onto love even, if it's scary
Or to fall into change, I should be more daring?
I could ponder for longer, but I'll leave it at that for now.
I'll never forget you Ossie.

I don't think I earned my name
When I was born, my mother sighed
               the second she
           was finished crying
Saturate the atmosphere and mix me in
              with molecules.
Invisible. I'm only air.
At least until I am exhaled.
                   And then?
Carbon monoxide. Waste product.
            Respiratory excreta.

I don't think I want my name.
And, even though I love this place,
                    the fact remains
                    it don't love me
                  and I can't make it...

               They still get bored so fast.
         And I can't tell if I can blame them.
                     But it used to last
                        a little longer.
           Longer strides and clearer eyes.
        Aching less from years' less crying.

Ache with me? I'm begging you.
Stay awhile or call me crazy. Just don't keep me caught
                           on this line.
No more warm or candied lies, no jangling nerve, anxiety
or brutal, ****** truths out hunting.

I know I am not interesting, but mercy on me please.
                   don't leave me yet or tire...
But, no, I am uninteresting--the gravest crime of our day.

I don't think you know my name.

As the months pass by
And the memories grow
I ask myself,
“How do i make these last?”
The memories,
The time we had together,
Why must it all end so soon?
Our final days in high school are
Finally among us
What if once you leave
I never see you again?
How do I move on knowing
You’re never coming back?
The endless memories we made
Will just slowly fade away.