refelection to thee

oh what i wouldn't do to be held in your arms
like restless wind whistling outside in the drifts of snow
memories plowed through the streets so empty
my mind confronted with tunes of sorrowful solitude
oh what i wouldn't give to lay my head onto a bed
whose springs supported our love so gentle
under nights forsaken path
where neither head nor toe knows which way we will go
the smell of your skin still settled in my sheets from not too long ago
where fermenting words still linger in your absence
for what i wouldn't do to hear you whisper i feel the same way too
and heed the mistakes that never came to pass
for we were a memory i never thought time would outlast

Poem for Sorrow

He left his fingerprints behind as evidence he had been here.
Scraping the reminder of his kiss from my tongue with the back of his lips.
How I longed for another one.
Pillows stacked in the drift of tangled bedsheets.
Warmth emanating from his flesh.
Mine curved into the pits and slopes of his side like a feeble kitten. Smitten.
His absence a scare.
Tears melding the nights shut.
I wish despair were a fortitude of I love you's, that way I could ignore his silence.
Metal scorching our ears like hot soup. Stealthily.
My appetite preceding the loss of his touch.