Projections

A light, crisp breeze picks up
blows through my hair -
wakes me up -
perhaps for the first time.

I am almost lifted, right off the ground - by the sight of you.
Your eyes - watch me sleep
I am lost in them.
Your lips - perched smiling
I could kiss them and forget all my problems -
all my wasted efforts.

I lie next to you
staring at your endless beauty -
it radiates and sucks me in,
this moment - could be projected and labeled as my life -
but I would not be content.
It's not -
you aren't real.

Your Love

I came from your love,

that old hug,

to the blessings of your kiss on my cheek.

The sight of you every summer,

bringing me back to reality

as you, breathe me back in.

I came from your love,

not the presents you always insisted on buying me

but the message you instilled upon me,

you never had to say it.

I came from your love,

I came from that last moment

I saw you, took you in,

that fragile body, your soul is old.

It's okay to give up now, I'm here

absent for the past three years.

I hold your hand.

I came from your last words.

I came from your love.