three years.
it would have been three years today.

ill never forget the way you looked.
i know. I've tried.
and when you kiss the back of your hand
so lightly against my cheek
your eyes still the closest thing I've known to god
driving, always driving,
sitting helpless by your side
wishing i never knew the meaning
of forgiveness.

Yet, they came, and you went
you praised me to the last
hands feet set in concrete
smiling through a sea of blood

i bet you wished i would have looked away.
i bet you wanted me to smile.


I'm still trying,
love.


it gets so hard;
falling behind when i remember your face
falling over so many times
shining black candy drawing me back
to the shrine i built in the closet.

Though id never light a candle for you.
i distaste the smell of redemption.
i knew you did too.

God, it hurts.
Oh, God, i loved you.

holy sh1t...that's powerful

Powerful indeed,,,

very heartfelt

you do have a specail way with yur words.

might be my favorite one of yours so far…

i think my fave too

visual emotional

powerful read

good poets almost always lead tough lives.

makes sense that your best stuff comes when you are having the worst times.

thanks a lot guys. this one was definitely something special, just like she was.

Very strong, thanks for sharing.

we write of what we know, and experience and live...it gives depth to the writing. strong emotions...great writing.

so true. writing isnt a goal or an accomplisment; its just another way to get there.

thanks pkd.

teddy bear. :D