Young At Heart

When I was younger
I loved to play catch.
I loved the way the wind
Brushed against my face and
I loved the freedom it gave me
I loved the challenge of catching
Someone fast and
I always loved being faster.
I came to realize that
It never mattered who I was chasing,
As long as I had someone to chase.

And I know this is no excuse,
But I wish you could forgive me,
Because I fell in love with the chase
Instead of falling in love with you.

Table For Two

Only this candle sat central,
Its unflinching flame fastened
Secure within its coiled wall,
Mocking my desolation.

Tearing away with every drop
Yet stubborn of its own destruction.
I didn’t make it stop. I couldn’t,
Because then I’d lose my companion.

But then the flame shook,
Flickering in and out of passion,
Before finally drowning
In the sea its tears designed.