fingerprints

every moment leaves you behind
photographs on my wall
memories in my mind
not deep enough to leave a bruise
but i feel it
not visible like a scar
but i see it
the gestures are small
but strong enough to sway

you leave fingerprints on my life

m
a four letter word that tears
into an already fragile soul
i shouldn't have started running again
so soon after the miles of a near past

i
still wish I could make it go away
leave me alone
when sometimes all i want
is for a little sign to bring a smile again

s
situation i didn't pick
emotions i didn't want
fell into my lap and
took over a corner of my mind

s
all a matter of time
of thoughts and supposes
knowing what i shouldn't want
but wanting it anyway

always more than what I should

time

the hour hand doesn't lie
because timing is all it is
like dough that won't rise for the oven
or the tartness of an unripe apricot
the wrong time overrides
everything else that's right
never getting what i want
and occasionally getting what i don't
though everything could be in place
the right timing always eludes

U-turn

routine is a funny thing
to be used to something
someone
jumping from ship to ship now
almost impossible to be on my own
funny how a gesture so small
meaningless, regardless
can cause a day to U-turn
driving down desolate
and up to the good times

this road was dangerous
from the last time I took it
just a little bit cautious
and a little bit wary
but the propogation
of these waves are too strong
pushing against my better judgment
to avoid the deep end of the pool
this time

care

wake up in the morning

and you come to mind

doesn't matter where i am

or where you are

sometimes I wonder

if i'll ever find

someone who cares just as much

if not more

than i do

sometimes i think

i care too much about

too many people

and in the end

will I end up empty handed

from giving too much

love away