number forty
is just another door
the street
where we exercised our feet
and,
where memories found a seat

when i put my arms around you
i feel our love
somehow we recline
i remember chasing highs

put your hand on my heart
feel it beating
she taught me many things
and her death has taught me
that life is fleeting

you can talk about it
till the light begins to fade
but we only get –
a limited amount of days

please,
do not make me –
walk in that direction
understand and see
the pain and the path,
it once consumed me

no good comes of some people
they never fly
they never give
they remain a negative
in an otherwise positive life

just before they tumble
and fumble their way down the hall
it is the right of passage
the tunnel of unspoken darkness
where you long to turn on the light

i am not as good as you think
i like to dream
i like the way dreams move
and the way dreams drink