Yield.

We booked our souls another flight
 to a land thats foreign to much of sight.
We lingered far from our connection,
 to find what else we can add to our collections,
but what was found was more neglections  and sought after seats that had already been selected.

I read more magazines while you escaped in your music,
while we sat parallel like strangers
 looking through heads tracing their lines and hoping ours would aline.
I scooted to the loo looking for signs of relief in your eyes,
 but they were as lost as the pilot's sinking into the sky.

I yielded once I won't do it again, you must wait for now
while my heart pumps its breaks,
 it's engine gives way for unforeseen kick-jumps,
 that might come its way.

I yielded once I won't do it again, so why don't you drive on and leave me at bay.
I'll put it in neutral so you won't misunderstand,
 but darling its my right-of-way
so yield once in your span and see what kind of man you once had planned.

-M

warm to cool.

Blue looks gray,
Green looks blue,
Black looks bright and neutral too.

Red looks pink,
yellow looks white,
Brown looks dirty as I walk upon the night.

I never knew colors could compliment you as much as I do.
Or do I color you in to cover your blank spots,
so that my eye can't miss your rainbow of light?

I hang on words once said by you,
while hanging cloths that would be worn by you,
and singing songs that I could write about you...

I am not obsessive this I know,
but I am skill-less in this.
So how can I learn if your not willing to first,
cause' love is a skill that needs brightening up,
So color me blind if you don't mind.

-M

Bows.

The more and more I attempt to resolve my thoughts, the more and more I begin to resolve that I don't need resolving. People come, people go and what I get out of it, is my own doing. I try to tie bows around my lost friendships and lost  interactions but truly I may never know what went wrong, or why I didn't hold on. In the future I might look back on my past self and think " Wow I get it," or I may never look back. Uncertainty has flown around me like a summer bee but I never swat it, because its in its nature to always come back and sting me where it hurts. I know my friends, I know my family, and I continue to know my God, that should be enough right now and the rest will fly away like the fair-weather friend it is. To sink back into the whys? and anger would only be hurtful to me, no one else but me. I believe that the things that need resolving will come show its face again, if needed, and then I will face it with the strength  and wisdom I have at that time, and the others will be laid to rest.
-M