Five Hundred Days

For five hundred days,
I was yours.
Though you doubted,
I always knew the score.

This is not goodbye,
but instead a prayer
in memory of tender kisses,
upon your golden hair.

I knew he was next,
but I still held out hope.
Until on your father’s name,
I could not help but choke.

This is not goodbye,
for I said that long ago.
You could not hear me,
until I was gone.

You played me for a fool,
so sure from your place above.
But never as much of one you thought of me,
just a man in love.

This is not goodbye,
though we’ll never speak again.
This is a prayer you are well,
one I’ll never end.

You were not the one,
and neither was I.
And that is a regret
I will carry tilĀ I die.

This is not goodbye,
I only wish you well.
But in those five hundred days,
I can no longer dwell.

You might think I changed.
but you never saw me true.
She sees me as truly I am,
with love in eyes so blue.


I call her Sunshine
for to me that’s what she is.
Though storm-clouds may obscure her,
my love they do not dim.

In the darkness of summer,
I gave in to despair.
On the turning of autumn,
she arrived with jewel toned hair.

She’s shown me her own darkness,
glittering in the nighttime sky.
She’s seen the shape of mine,
and still holds my hand so tight.

I do not know where this road leads,
or how our story ends.
I just know my Sunshine guides me,
through these unknown wends.

I do not know where this road leads,
and find I do not care.
I am glad to bask in Sunshine,
for as long as she is there.

A Quiet Love

Our love was so loud
Cries of passion and rage
And the memories of it
Ring till the end of my days

Your hands so small
Your heart so fierce
I could not help but fall
From such lofty perch

Their hair so wild
Their voice so true
I could not help but fall
But not as with you

It’s a quiet love
With peaceful days
Yet I’ll always remember
The price I paid