Trente-Deux.

Waiting.

Her patience is all she's got
from doing something that is a not.
She has to wait, that's all she knows.
As time passes, her love grows,
even if she seems alone.

Trente et Un.

An Ending.

You can end this first
and say farewell at all.
I don't mind enduring the worst.

I'd rather take the fall
and feel the hurt the most
than see you suffer through it all.

Trente.

Prelude to Spring.
04.04.05

Blossoms blooming,
the gentle breeze blowing
and filled with smells
of pine, sea, and salt.
I close my eyes,
as if in a daydream
and think about
memories unseen.

Vingt-Neuf.

Those Unspeakable Moments.
01.18.10

It's during those silent, unspeakable moments
that I catch a glimpse
of who you are
and what you feel.
Though it hurts to endure
not being able to see you,
hold you in my arms,
or even say what I truly feel,
I know in my heart
that it's not a dream,
that even if we're miles apart
and words fail,
you will always be by my side,
and I don't think I've ever loved you more.

*For someone.

Vingt-Huit.

Never Drift Apart.
02.21.08

I hold on
to our smallest conversations
and our silent words,
and keep it in my heart.
I quietly wait for the next moment
when we can share
our hopes
and our thoughts,
and reminisce about the golden days
we try not to forget.
I apologize
for running out of things to say,
or asking too many questions.
I guess that's just how I am.
I know our worlds may be different,
and a part of us may have changed for the better,
but I don't want to move further away
and simply sigh about the past.
Yet somehow,
no matter how far away we are
or how little time we seem to have,
we still become a bit closer than before
and I guess I don't have to worry,
because something tells me
we will never drift apart.

*For friends who are far away and are dearly missed.