when
you're 
not 
home 
I 
leave 
your 
side 
of 
the 
bed 
alone
untouched 
empty

I 
could 
smell
the 
dogwood 
trees
today
and 
the 
moon
was 
out 
with 
the 
sun

the 

world 

is 

a

stage 

and 

I 

really

like

it 

in 

that 

bright

hot

spotlight

he 
swooped
in
and 
claimed
her 
heart
without
her
consent 
she 
loved 
him 
for 
it

warm 
white 
clouds
rolling
by 
my 
world
tall 
green 
trees
a 
kingdom 
above 
me

I saw a small fly
today. It reminded me 
that spring was coming.

I'll dream of a green
valley, flowers on the hill,
a sun behind clouds.

Tonight, in sleep, I'll
will my dreams to be what I 
want with whom I want.

Her hand moved so slight
you couldn't have seen it, but 
the ghosts surely did.

I ran my hands through
the leaves wondering why they
hadn't fallen yet.

We passed the peace pipe
around the circle and told 
our sordid stories.

He's found my dreams, made 
me ill with desire. Moons watched 
while the spell took hold.

I want to write you
something beautiful, something
you will remember.

At times like these she 
imagined herself on the 
banks of those rivers.

She was a child there. 
Where the three rivers met she 
became a woman.

"And I've been waiting
for this moment for all my
life. Oh, lord. Oh, lord."
                             -Phil Collins

There's a lot of weight
today. Like the sky, clouds and 
everything's heavy.

Please, don't make me 
cry. I cry over every 
little thing already.

"Summer Breeze" came on 
and my heart felt an ache and
a cold, fresh yearning.

It's all 'bout the sax,
man. That sax gets me all 
romantic, every time.