There’s 12 months in a year
Three for the Autumn months where the leaves fall orange
The missing you is at its beginning
Three for the Harsh Brisk winter where everything is white
With the high point being in December seeing you and sharing Christmas and a Half New Year
The full New Year Celebration will come but let’s just leave that to another poem
Where was I?
The harsh winter months change from I miss you to I needeth you.
Need to keep you warm at night.
Need for me to do right
Yet the 3 months of Spring show signs of something better.
A pinch of the future in March with a weekend together
A do or die struggle through last exams
And a toast to it all in May.
Then, there’s the last 3 months.
Three out of Twelve a quarter.
Stop reading this poem if I am wrong
A quarter more.
A quarter of where I could’ve spent my time elsewhere to make money
Make the missing you turn sour.
But the route I chose was to spend my last quarter with you
My goodness that was such a blissful decision.
There was the toast in May where Mama and the fam saw how you got down
Squeezing into the chair with me.
Then there was June 4th finally an anniversary where there was no rush.
The moment where my pocket took a breath and said to your pocket
“Thank You Dear”
The first time I rode shot gun with my baby at the wheel.
From there on we saw travels to unfamiliar places
North, South, East, and West.
I took a step back and let you see new places familiar in my eyes but a lost wonder to yours
July 4th Redemption Day
Ode to a spectacular anniversary of America but more importantly
We pranced out with our sandwiches.
One chair One love in tow
With a 3rd wheel slipping in.
The sun fell low and the music rang through the air
“Got me up all night all I’m singing is love songs.”
And as the music softened we played on snaking through a crowd
On a mission like James Bond with his woman.
The mission was for us to say,
“All I see is fireworks”
And that was mission accomplished
Our 4th of July redemption was met
The pace of summer quickened and so did my age.
With that a new mission was to walk across the burning sands and take in the limelight of the beach
A quarter more I was blessed to have
The sun blazed brightly on what was a birthday to remember
Stepping off the bus looking at you.
Mesmerized like a married couple on vacation.
The phones turned to off and just a day for the two of us.
My heart didn’t know what to say
The skin did scream the next day sun burn but there was more to come
It’s come upon August and here we are again.
Through triumph and failure.
Matching shirts in tow
Fifteen months experience in tow
A quarter more of time spent together instead of away.
A love changed over and over.
I love you
I love this quarter more that I got to spend with you
We both spent time star chasing
I chased and leaped to reached after stars
Some were too hot, some too fast,
Some were just dull rocks.
But then there was another
She wasn’t ordinary
But she rather glistened before my eyes so extraordinary
I chased after her and took a daring leap
I caught on to her, my star
I didn’t drag her down
She gave me the ability to fly with her hand in hand
Keeping us from falling from so high above the land
You are my star
You are that gleaming light that flies beside me
The bit of light that won’t blind me
Or leave me to fall to the ground
Yet one might say stars can’t be touched
Stars really will roast and cook thee.
So maybe I’ll be more literal like a book
But not just any book
You are my encyclopedia
Who I’ll forever study from cover to cover
And learn every bit of every page of what you are
Read each and every word
Cherish like a child’s favorite book
Respect the page leafs and book covers
Embrace every bit of knowledge provided on your pages
Highlight every significant chapter
Starting with not the introduction page
Its description of past lacking relevancy
Thus start with page one,
A spring day in April
Flipping pages to another day,
An elegant night in May
Ravishing pages of summers evenings
Meanwhile writing pages together of the future
Yet also reading this page about you my star
Stars, hide my fires;
Let only you see my deep desire
To spend forever with you.
Silence is golden
Commonly seen at movie theaters right before that epic thing you call a movie starts.
But what if silence wasn't golden
it wasn't this royalty color
but merely a ghastly hand breaking through crust and mantle
making the lips quiver makin the hair tremor like Taiwan
leaving your eyes to swirl like a not too long ago chile.
Silence you yell and beckon to others to shut up
I'd rather sit and hear the what we call pointless conversations.
Silence makes thee cringe at a slow painful death almost inevitable.
Something called a Depression.
It scares me.
I clasp my short hair strands and let my shrieks subdue me for how so ever long they last.
No echos to restrain the tears.
Silence you take that anorexic thing that you call your Index finger and take your colorless and somehow opaque nail and carve Into my chest.
You're a cat
and I'm your tall scratch post that talks and I can't say not one single word because silence is golden.
But what's so golden about it if it makes you want to perch on top of the empire state building and go for a dismount.
Leaving silence broken with you cracking the air.
Soaring through the sky from silence thoughts broken
am I trying to remove myself and let silence live and be this bull crap golden.
With locked eyes I prepare for death only to open them once more
to see the sky blue walls and the ever so shy sun shining into the room.
Overcome by silence.
I caress walls just to keep sound. Scratch at pale skin just to run once more.
Cough when not sick just to keep in front.
Nothing else to hold back silence from catching me.
It soars over me with quiet flapping hawk wings.
Clawing at the eyes.
I half nod and yelp from the tail of my tongue Ugly Silence!
but Well so they say silence is golden.
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