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She told me how she loved to read,
Yet words were never what she loved;
She loved the places in her head,
Knowing full well they don’t exist.

I never could fathom the way
She made those places come alive.
So real to her, to me surreal—
I tried but never could believe.

Maybe that’s why she couldn’t stay;
She pictured us transcending pages
While I remained in this quatrain—
What love she loved I could not give.

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Love Drunk

I think it was ’bout half past five
The hour before the sun took form,
I think I laid on half a couch
My head still spun from all the shots.
I don’t quite know in which order
I gagged and spat and coughed and yawned,

Yet in the darkest before dawn,
Amidst the silent anarchy
Of clouded senses and sadness
A portion of my mind was clear.
So much that night I don’t recall
And yet I can’t seem to forget
You—the reason why I drank at all.

– g.w.

The Tourist

It was the twinkle in your eye,
That incandescent sojourning
Yearning adventure outside my arms.

Before you left without a word
You sighed and cried—those eyes that lied.
It was those tears that said goodnight.

It’s not your fault, I should’ve known
You always were a wanderer,
And this was just a passing by.

– g.w.

Cosmic

“How do you know that you love me?”
You asked as if love has to be
Confined to this reality.
How can I grasp the Milky Way,
That grand glittering disarray;

Or cup the sands beneath the sea
Of deep uncharted mystery?
But rest assured, my cosmic lover;
With you there cannot be another.

– g.w.

Almost

You said this breakup was just a hiccough
But we both knew you would not see this through.

Your nail traced my scar, reviving my wound.
I tried to scream but could not make a sound.

The thought of your absence etched in my mind,
Ethereal tonight like the waning wind.

Those butterflies believing your sick lies
Died in my gut drowning in muffled cries.
Why did you make me fall in love with genies?

Love in Solitude

I fell in love to fill my void,
To break the silence of my night,
To heal the despair from my blight—
I fell in love with my heart destroyed.

But the love I found in loneliness
I lost.
It took your broken heart for me to see,

To choose a love in solitude
Is to lose the solitude in love.