It's Zenobia

Im wondering what's left in me  after  this, I kneel  on the cold concrete of life and pick up  piece by piece the we that was in  my now broken heart where  do I start how will I reconnect what's left I ask myself and laugh myself that ironic laugh that says  I told you so I’m told it's so that time  will heal this but I am real it’s not  a fairytale and I am past cliches I am at my days  end without  the honey, I’m home  all by myself learning  how to sleep  on both sides  of my empty bed learning how  to quiet the tears in my head learning how to make  one  cup  of coffee learning  that not having  to compromise is overrated  and I hate  it, the quiet the ache the taste of regret in my bed on my skin in my air clouding my sun I  am  one and two was always a better number so here I am taping the pieces  of my heart crudely together to offer it again to the ...

I wondered last night if perhaps we could start over, meet again for the first time maybe at a bookstore cause it's somewhere we both might be  one in the Fall that season we love and I could spot you across the room behind a “Robb Report” and quickly look away before you noticed and this time you could make the first move you'd walk over  and say “hello I noticed you watching me” and I would quickly deny it and smile  that smile you like,  the one that won you over the first time we'd sit and talk and laugh and I'd notice  that today on this foggy autumn day your eyes are green and you'd ask how do I know  they're not always green and I would apologize for remembering us and you and your eyes from a long time ago when we met  for the first time and they were amber colored eyes and they melted  for me then we could walk out holding hands and they would fit perfectly  like they used to  only this time we'd never let go and we would be wha...

He still  Makes my head spin  My heart skip  Beats  He still Makes my breath  Catch  In my throat So  That my speech  Is clipped And cautious Often  Lost in  My mouth  As my tongue Wets my lips  In hopes of  A kiss  He does this  He still Makes my nerves  Dance  Under my skin  Out and in  And over  Again  He does this  When  Ever  I am near him  He still  Has that look  In his eyes  Like I  Might still Be the one  That makes  His head spin  His heart skip  beats  His hand want  To reach out, touch me  He does  As I hope he will And I still Love him  Still love him  Still love, Still

We were two  Once  Not too long ago  But as we walked I became  Preoccupied By the sweetest Of distractions The kind  That makes the world  Seem perfect And this thing  Called love  Made me  Lose my way  My hand slipped From his  And my eyes  No longer saw  What his saw  I tried hard  To convince myself That all was well  That love  Would guide me  Would find me  At his side  But he grew tired  Of walking  Alone  And the love I thought would save us, gave us  Cause  To ache  And him,  The need to be away And I must sit  And fix  The way And the steps  That I should take  So that our paths  Can cross again So that our strides  Will never  Falter 

He has set sail off to find  peace and himself at its best with the words "should the wind bring me back then it is what was meant" I nod,  and through a haze of tears I wave and watch as he  leaves And I wonder how I can watch the sun  rise and fall without him here all the while  holding  my breath so I don't  disturb the wind  I pray to.. if I can  just be patient what I know in my heart should be, will be and the wind will fill his sails and sing my name gently into his ear whilst the moon  teaches me how to light  the way