A stolen kiss
sheltered by the shedding trees
hidden by the passing clouds
and forgotten
tucked into my back pocket
where i keep a crumpled
picture of you and i
and all the things i
wished i'd said
before we said goodbye
our lips parted
not to meet again
an unspoken promise
sealed by broken promises of
phone calls and late night meetings
where we'd hold each other close again
seconds less each time
my arms growing heavier
with each moment that
you are not in them
and colder with the weight
until you melt me again.

looking through old stuff today

i've though of lots of words, phrases and lyrics
to sum up the feeling in the pit of my stomach
that is you
and i didnt want to make up my own
because you're too new
and i know i'll regret it later
but i know that you're not a you
anymore than he was a he
just an abstract idea
a face to place the butterflies on
to dream about in place of a pillow or teddy bear
and ive thought about how i could be a better you
a salt to your pepper
sugar to your cinnamon
and in a short time youve helped me to
develop more into
the me i want to be
and for that i cannot regret
your face on my butterflies