The sky is greying
like an old man
and the clouds are so close
to crying your name.

Just a simple twist of words
to tighten maybe pull the cord
as brittle as the shells may be,
there's the watchful eyes of Miss Luci.

The now
doesn't exist
but for the past
and there will be
no tomorrow
but for the present now-

time has ceaseless wheels
it turns and turns
on its unstoppable heels
leaving us aghast

we'll lose count
we can't follow
time's moving around
only to be
a cog therein
and unheard
will be our sound

We weren't heaven
but we weren't hell, either
and maybe we're clichés
but there's nothing wrong
with plain average mediocrity.
We were ships in the night
all vision but no sight
and maybe we could've
tried harder to slide together
like puzzle pieces but we
just never fit quite right.
And they don't write songs
about what we had,
not even little humming
summer time pop hits,
but we still had it and we,
you and me,
might've been day one doomed
but we get to decide what
we meant to each other
and what we didn't and
we won't agree on what that is
but we never really agreed
on anything else, even when
we seemed to.
What's one more day
removed from never going
to happen?
Sure, we were a pit stop
a diversion on the road
to the places we were going
to finally end up, and
the memories are fuzzy
and the worth dubious
but here's that poem
you always wanted, finally.
I apologize it took me so long,
but hey, you were once
used to that, anyway.

Some day it will not
hurt so much and we only
have to make it there.

The most vulnerable and weakest
in their moments darkest
can be transformed
into the most courageous