Poem 14

Dust

She stops.

She really thought I knew.

When did it change?

I told him everything

those things I wouldn't tell you

and we always had fun

always talked always laughed

So it must be on purpose now

how he's run away

run to you

leaving me in his dust

Everyone says time heals

but I know he'll never be back.

I may see that smile of his

but it's always because of you.

If he missed me

he would respond.

Poem 13

Diamond Mask

Living in a lie

You wake up with that mask

It seals you from the world

From the hateful glares of people

You walk along, expressionless

The mask lets nothing through

People call you moody, unresponsive

And yet it slips when you see her

Opens a crack the size of the world

To let in pain

The hole doubles in size.

You go home

Where you know you can't get help

But you hide from it

Still with that mask

You can forget for a while

And overnight the mask heals

Sealing again into your diamond prison

For nothing is real

Without her nearby

And even the hateful glares of people

Cannot touch you.

Poem 12

Empty Chair

Mother comes up one day

tears on her face

and shouts, "****'s DEAD!"

We sit in shocked silence

while she calls his neighbor,

a friend.

His mother wouldn't tell anybody

how he did it or why.

All we know:

he made his own choice.

In black, my father and brother visit.

They bring back fruit.

****'s family doesn't want it anymore.

Nobody mentions it again

But when we see them

There's something missing, wrong,

As they pretend to have fun

half a year later

I know we're all thinking

He would have sat there.

Poem 11

Third

Longer and longer pauses

work into our conversations.

You used to be

the one to turn to

cheer up

reminisce with...

but since then who knows?

Have you left

or have I?

Arguments slither in

always about the same thing

what you did.

And I can't talk to you

not anymore

The weeks pass and I don't know you're gone

then a greeting...

and silence.

That third presence,

always there.

Growing rapidly,

feeding off of pain

mistrust...

disunity.

And yet we can't make it leave.

Sorry, back

Sorry guys, I'm back from vacation of course, and I have many new poems, but my life is really busy now, so I'll try to update when possible. This may not be as often as you'd like but I'd rather get more sleep than update poems. :)