Is This All Make Believe???

I could sit down and write forever. Typing away at my keyboard, pen scribbling on loose napkins at a cafe, mental notes as I ride a jerking, bumpy subway. Everyone who read my words would understand. I could convince the world I knew what I was talking about. That I had all of the answers.

But the truth is that when it comes to love, nobody knows what they are talking about.

I am not really good with words. And there is really nothing left to say.

I'll go back to writing nice things when I am in love with the world again.

Because right now,

I don't want you in.

Receding Footsteps.

I'll watch the sky change colours. Fading evenly across the sky, receding into the night. Darkness advancing, creeping with shadows against my feet. Sitting right where you left me, watching the world silently. Stars twinkle in the last of the sunlight. Shrouded in silence I let my thoughts surround me with the coming of the night. A smile on my lips, remembering you sitting with me. Fingertips aligned, secret whispers filling the silence of the coming night. Sitting right where you left me, I watched you walk away silently. Not moving until you were long out of sight and longer still.

I never hang up first, I'm never the one to let go. I just watch you walk away and hope you'll think of me, as I think of you tonight.

But then you'd turn back and smile, for one last wave goodbye. Stormy eyes seem to shine, the sky radiates vibrant tones, and I know peace is mine tonight. The world seems brand new, hearts beat quicker still. It's never as simple as we once knew, drenched in thoughts we're swimming tonight. But your smile and wave let me know everything will be alright.

Full Throttle.

Headlights reflected on the snow, the moon being the only other thing aglow. We race through the night chasing speeding taillights. Trees line our path creating a tunnel of speed. Vibrations in our bodies, smiles on our lips, there's no need to stop. So we race and careen down these limited paths, the rest of the world unseen. Faster and Faster and Faster we go, no need to take it slow. Arms wrapped tight. The world feels right.

Two squeezes is the sign, and we slow... slow... slow... no need to overdo it. We've got to make it last. A third and we stop. Silent. Alone. Together. The world encompassing us in silence. Oppressive silence covering our ears after the noise and motion of before. We sit in awe and wonder at the world. Smiling. Happy.

Then with a jerk and a nod we're off again. Fast, no holding back. Holding on tight. Careening out of sight. Living life together. Chasing speeding taillights covered in snow.

And it was perfect.

Secret Whispers

Sweet dreams are made of these. Nights spent sitting whispering quietly. The radio filling comfortable silences. Drumming with the beat, my fingertips softly against your palm. A rush of conversation followed by gaps of silent smiles. Ignoring the world encased in snow. The masses stopped short by frosty panes of glass. Inside our bubble a look and a touch tell more of a story than any newspaper article. Dark except for the reflections of the streetlights and the green glow of numerals slowly counting the time. And it is here, limited by time, unconfined by smiles, that we have truly slipped the surly bonds of Earth. I hope you are not one to disagree.

I could travel the world and back in one conversation with you.