A year

It’s been a year that forgot grief in shards,

Where my heart burst in another becoming;

I’d nothing left to lose but abstract nouns,

Which I realize were never welcoming.

You were one of the cleanest emotions:

Subtle and complete, filled with the abstract

I’ve never been able to understand,

Despite how the heart would add or subtract.

Time is the cruelest entity I find;

It destroys the heart and corrupts the mind;

And though I am surrounded by the new,

I just close my eyes and simply find you.

For you gave meaning to what can’t be seen,

In that meaning, you will always be seen.

She

as she grows older,
my fear turns colder;
i ache to see how time wastes
sight, hearing, tastes.
she is my daughter,
my tears, my laughter,
she is my night mate,
she is linked to my fate;
she follows me around,
she longs to be found;
my heart is she,
what else could she be?
i really love her so,
even more than i could know,
yes, she causes my fear,
i always want her near;
for her, its the same,
i’m as sure as her name,
if she could speak,
i wouldnt be this weak;
all she wants to convey,
is a wish to play and play.
i hope God is kind this time,
to this heart of mine.